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Into the claws of the Shewolf- A return from hell; A post for the feral side of AHS(Closed)
Topic Started: Aug 30 2005, 12:03 AM (695 Views)
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OOC: Bah. I know I said I was done rping her when AHS switched boards, but... well...

I lied.

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Darkness falls in ominous, all-consuming shades of black and deep grays. Small patches of moonlight filter through the canopy overhead, making the leafy forest floor a patchwork of highlights and deep shadow. A shrouded moon provides only a feeble amount of light to the grounds below. This was a bad night to be going on a midnight stroll through the woods. But here he was, a freshman, new and untainted by the world he had so unwittingly walked into. A realm of nightmare creatures and closet monsters. Where the bogey men really are alive... and are quite hungry.

Sneakers brush through the undergrowth, a steady crunching of noise that draws an eery silence from the forest around him. An intense, lingering quiet that will make the hairs stand up on the toughest of senior's neck. Ahh... but this was a freshman. Fresh meat, more like. And the stench of sweat and fear permiates the darkness around him as he wanders, so hopelessly lost in the pitch dark. Booey for him.

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In another part of the woods, two black-clad figures haul a large iron cage out of the bed and onto to the tailgate of a pickup truck. Every inch of the prison is painted in a uninform matte black, down to the hinges and massive padlocked bolts. The truck groans under the weight, and a faint shuffling noise comes from inside the cage. A soft growl of sorts, then a groan. The cages inhabitant appears to be... waking up?

Eyes snap open, pupils drowned in a deep, inky black. Whimpering softly, the girl inside the cage comes to the realization that every single one of her muscles are completely numb... but with an underlying throb of pain. What happened?! Fear rises in crashing, gut-wrenching waves, consuming her in a wash of fight or flight instinct. Pale lips curl back from bared human teeth in a feral growl at her captors. There is little left in her that is human, now. They had pushed her beyond her capacity for acting. And that is exactly what that whole human thing of hers had been- an act.

Bristling with newfound anger and defiance, she throws herself at the bars of the cage, a decidedly nonhuman growl reverberating from within her chest. Swiping at the closest guard, she stumbles and falls against the cage door, the motor function in her legs not completely returned to her quite yet. A yell of surprise rises from the closest guard. He quickly backpedals into the flood of red glow from the tail lights. Trails of blood drip down the curling, sharp claws protruding from the ends of the feral girl's very humanlike fingers. Tattered, bloody ribbons of the man's shirt cling to his forearm as he nurses it under the light from the truck, his partner coming to his aid with what looked to be a long cattle prod. Rena had only a second to try to scramble backwards before the two pronged instrument darted between the bars, catching her on either side of her neck and delivering a heart-stopping blow. Everything fades to black.

After a while, Rena begins to regain consciousness for the second time in one night. Looking down at the ground, the image of what is in front of her slowly swims into view. Forest floor... the cage is gone. Leaves, sticks, woodland debris, and a pair of large black paws. A deep, growling hunger begins to assault the insides of her stomach, reminding her of the one carnal need she could not get by with ignoring. The need to feed. She had to get something in her stomach, and fast... She had not fed for days... and with the Kierrn side of her constantly demanding food intake, if she did not satisfy this hunger, her inner wolf would take over and make sure that she got what she needed... one way or another.

Rising ever so carefully to all fours, she notes that somewhere between getting shocked and getting dumped back into the forest, she had changed into a completely wolfen form. Thick black fur covers her body from nose to tail, a jet black canvas for the silvery markings that appear and disappear on a whim along her limbs and down her spine. Currently, however, she was as pitch black as the night, only the faint white rim of the cornea around the black pupils betrayed any sign that she even existed in these dark woods.

Testing her muscles, she took a few shaky steps forward. One after another until the numbness seeped away, leaving only a dull throbbing pain behind. It did not take more than a few seconds to realize where she was. Back where she started. And she thought she had the ability to run away form this place... it seems her captors were a little too clever for her this time around. They would pay for it later, she'd make sure of it.

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Hearing the sound of a truck pulling out through the woods, the freshman boy runs towards the sound, ever hopeful, yelling for help. Not but a few yards from where he had last heard the truck, he trips, dashing his shoulder against a particularly sharp and splintered piece of wood. Cursing, he grabs where his arm was injured, coming away from it with his hand washed in blood. Yelling for help again, his voice reaches panicked octaves, the raw terror in his voice peeling through the woods around him like an animal that thinks its going to die.

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Ears twitch and pivot forward as the sound of panicked cries echoes through the underbrush. Lifting her muzzle up into the air, she inhales deeply, the scent of blood raising, tantalizing, against the regular scents of forest life. Something increasingly more primal boils up from deep within this dark were's gut, eyes slowly shifting colors from deep black, to a dark and swirled shade of brick red, and into a bright, bloody crimson. Black lined lips peel back from a set of elongated canines, a throaty snarl bubbling up past locked jaws. Stalking towards the origins of the blood scent and yelling, she peeks through a stand of brush, eyes meeting those of the freshman in a deadlock. Something deep within Rena pleads with the boy, "Don't run... oh, god, PLEASE don't run!"

Too late.

The guy, startled by the sudden appearance of what seemed to be his worst nightmare, he gives one fleeting look at Rena (with the childlike, horror-filled expression that a kid gets only after realizing that the monsters really DO lurk beneath his bed), and whirls around, sprinting and stumbling as fast as he could in the opposite direction.

All sense of humanity is completely and utterly drowned in that last desperate moment after realizing that the freshman was going to make a break for it. There is no sense of right and wrong left here. There is only a very hungry wolf, and her prey.

A quick, urgent howl rushes from Rena's tipped back muzzle, spilling out into the night air. A hunting call. Before she has even finished, she lunges into the shadows in which the boy had disappeared, hell bent on making him her next meal. And with how slowly he was blundering through the woods? It would not take long to make him dinner.

OOC: Kinda rushed, but what the hell... Come one, come all! I know there be werewolves 'round here, somewhere....
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Every schoolchild knows that you don’t go into forests at night. Every human being is afraid of what they don’t understand; they jump at every sound beneath the pale glowing moon. Perhaps it was about time for the one that time seemed to forget to return to this forest where not so long ago his blood raised the rivers. Whatever creatures had seen that night knew to stay far away from him as he walked, the question was of course why would he walk? What could possibly possess this one who was so often shot and stabbed, cut, poisoned and all around getting shit kicked want to come back here for? A trip down happy memory lane? Hell no it was something a little more…personal.

It damn well hurt! Those nurses say they will take good care of you right? They lied; they lied through their happy smiling sharp pointy shark teeth. Oh sure he was going to survive at least that’s what they said before wrapping most of his torso up in bandages and shoving a couple pints of blood into him. Some people would consider him a medical marvel for filling up with blood so quickly and even being on his feet but him? He thought he was going too damn slow, that his work was going to pile up and pretty soon he would have to hire ass hole assistants that didn’t know which end of a gun to point at a rampaging monster…yeah fun aint it?

Of course he didn’t enter the forest in just bandages no, his son had come by and dropped off a good set of clothes of course he hadn’t managed to find the damn car keys so Eeth had to hoof it back to his house. They weren’t army boots or some fancy shoe on his feet that would have been ridiculous wouldn’t it have? They were just shoes, ordinary boring grayish shoes going up into black pants that vanished somewhere up into a white shirt and a light grey vest. Okay about no was where Eeth became a fashion reject and made everyone point and giggle insanely. It was a sash that was around his neck to hide the bandages and went down into a tuft which tucked into the vest; it looked odd but worked with the gloves making him look like some old timey fencer, fun eh.

Now for the big question, why the hell would someone that got their flesh torn to shreds and their asses completely kicked and maimed here only a while ago come back at night? He was kicked out, the nurses threw him out of the bed because not being a student he wasn’t eligible for their health care and his insurance rate was too high from all his injuries that they canceled him. Pretty pathetic sometimes but luckily Eeth had gotten away with the little trinket that saved his live which was now dangling on the hilt of his sword.

Call it lame if you must but when you get jerks coming out of no where stabbing you in the back like rabid monkey ninjas of idiocy you start to carry some form of protection, the sword was of European make long and straight it dangled from his waist unlike the holster for his favored gun Samuel which was hidden inside that vest which was a feat on its own considering that hand gun’s size. That’s enough of the common bullshit that anyone on this earth could have figured out in about two seconds’ time just from looking at him. Now the real fun begins.

If there was one thing you didn’t expect to hear in the middle of the forest it would be the superman fighting the incredible hulk, if there was something else you wouldn’t expect to hear in the middle of a forest it would be a truck. The sound hit Eeth’s ear and immediately aroused his curiosity, what a fun thing to do get a guy who was pretty much paid to murder monsters and was engaged in many mob defeats and make him wonder what the hell you are doing in a forest at this time of night.

Running through the forest Eeth paid no heed to the twigs, leaves, and common underbrush beneath his feet…he probably even ran over a squirrel from the weird shriek. The point was Eeth was making his way through the forest as fast as his feet could carry him his breathing steady and his heart rate raised a little from his curiosity was almost unaffected by his running. Could you imagine his shock when he heard the breathing and the bloody killing that was just around the corner?

There was something he hadn’t expected to see, the fear on the student’s face. He probably didn’t see Eeth yet no, he was scared beyond reason at something coming up behind him something that he was afraid was going to tear him limb from limb and in all fairness probably was.

It took a while to register that form, he had seen it maybe once…or perhaps he was imagining things and going by pure instinct on who it really was. There were some things that reminded him though he only saw brief glimpses of fur, noises of growling, it was a heavy body no doubt something stronger then what Eeth normally faced and in his condition it probably wasn’t going to help him at all.

It was a friend, he remembered that much. Someone that he trusted

Time was running out

Someone that he cared about…

Coming out the bushes now.

Heavy, black fur…fur? It had been ages since Eeth’s old curse had messed with his mind and body but he remembered someone that had volunteered to help him someone that was better then him then but now. He doubted himself easily, he doubted that wounded he could save an innocent person from a killing they didn’t deserve. Getting in between someone…a friend that’s right they were a friend…and their meal.

“R-r-come on come on Eeth think. R-…Rena!” That was it, that was the friend he remembered. With a name it started to all come flooding back to him. Everything form her eyes, to a simple thought of how strong she was but it also made him think one thing. Would she kill him to eat a student? He doubted she remembered him or even still considered him a friend but he had to try something.

The student ran, he blitzed out of the shadows and tried to move through a clearing foolishly thinking he could outrun the creature. He tripped on a tree root hitting the ground and turning around ready to scream in horror as he was devoured. That’s when Eeth had to come, had to show up as the knight in shining armor, be the hero that he always was told he had to rise up and be. His pale striking face bathed in the soft glowing moonlight the boy looked quite out of place, more out of place were those striking emerald eyes that rose up from the ground to where the hulking mass of his friend was.

“I will ask you this once and only once because I know you can hear me and I know you are damn well going to listen. Stop here.” His voice was light but carried with it an iron tone that had not been carried by his throat in ages. A slight looking British man armed with a sheathed sword and a gun hidden away with no intention of drawing either against a raging monster of fur coated muscle? Your money is probably down on the creature but it should be on Eeth.
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(The monster was dead. It did not know this fact yet, but the inevitable conclusion would become most apparent in due time. Farther out in the woods, it had been spotted - albeit hard to do, considering it was a stealthy Bandersnatch - and some of the pack had given it a less-than-neighborly welcome to the wilderness, for here there be wolves. Before he had come, the monsters were dominant in these woods. And although they were still present and in abundance, the dominant lifeform of these woods was now the direwolf. Those of whom were a threat to the pack, such as the humanoid-lupine form of the Bandersnatch still trying to evade them, were treated as prey. The pack was large in numbers, their leader cunning and strong. They followed in the footsteps of a werewolf, a man with the blood and soul of a wolf, to the ends of the Earth. The wolves had been biting and clawing the Bandersnatch of and on in gurreilla tactics, giving it wounds to think about, keeping it from prey to grow strong with. It had taken hours to make it want to run away. Tey smelled it. It actually feared them, looking for a bolt-hole to saddle up for the night. It found one at the base of the mountain. The wolves did not follow. He was there already, waiting for it. A large wolf, brown-pelted and red-eyed, soon growled at the Bandersnatch from within the cave. Easily twice the size of a human being, the werewolf could take this creature down even WITHOUT the moon to lend him strength. The wolves heard the commotion of battle, and then silence. The pack leader soon dragged the Bandersnatch's carcass from the cave. He had done it. Erastor had won. They knew him as Erastor, because it was his birthname, but on the files at AHS, the name he had in front of his family name of Devorak was "Ray". He rarely gave humans his birthname. Erastor Devorak belonged to the wolves. The humans would have to settle for Ray. He soon changed back into a human, his clothing somehow reforming with him, just in time to hear a howl. His wolves looked up at him expectantly. They knew a werewolf when they heard one.)

Ray: No, don't. Look after the kill. I'll handle this alone.

(His silver eyes looked to the moon and took in some of the lunar strength that he could, soon leaping back into the foliage to find the source of the howl. What he found, not very long later, was that of a black-furred female wolf chasing a wounded student. The boy soon tripped, and Ray saw another one step between the wolf and its kill, trying to talk to her. He could tell that this wasn't going to work. She was starving! Ray shouted out at the boy.)

Ray: Get out of the way! You don't know what hunger can do to a person!

(Then, he suddenly had an idea, and shouted at the wolf herself.)

Ray: Let them go! I have a fresh kill!

(Appeal to the wolf before all else. Ray would decide how to handle this new one later...)
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The scent of fear drenched the night air and clouded her brain as she followed the student's trail. Paws work furiously at the ground, eyes no longer seeing anything but the quickest path to her prey. Muscles stretch and contract rhythmically as she picks through the forest with ease and at a blindingly fast clip. Nothing short of a miracle would save this boy.

Death did not come on silent wings, tonight. Oh, no... it came with a set of four paws armed with long, razor-sharp talons. And let's not forget that maw full of fangs...

A long, well controlled leap sends her clear of the brush and into a small clearing. The lack of wind tonight, coupled with her raging hunger had drowned out every other smell besides that of the student. She did not realize that another was in the clearing until the stale air hit her face like a wall. A faint recollection of the scent flitted briefly through her memory, dissolved before she could place it with who or what she found familiar.

A string of undeniably human words filter through her conscious, none of which making much sense. In this state of mind, it would take something a little more up her alley to break through to her in time. Something that wasn't her second language. Something that wouldn't take an effort to understand.

Landing a pace in front of Eeth, she slides to one side of him, too fast for him to catch in her wolfen form. Lean muscles ripple beneath her ebony coat as she does a neat turn around his feet similar to a barrel horse rounding its last obstacle, but twice as graceful. Twice as controlled.

This is a scary thought. A rampaging, starved wolf with a complete and focused motor control. No blind rage, here... only one pure and determined goal in mind...

to feed.

Catching her last foothold on solid ground, she lunges into the air, a deliberate and planned pounce on the human. Catching him in a half-baked attempt to stand back up, she latches her claws into his back and rides him to the ground, pinning him there with over a hundred pounds of pure muscle, fur, fang, and fury- ready to tear him limb from limb at a moment's notice.

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The freshman screams under the weight and the claws, groping desperately at the ground, tears streaming down his face. It takes him a few seconds to realize that he is not dead yet.... and there seems to be no sign of the wolf further clawing his back to bloody ribbons.
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Why? Because she was preoccupied by a more recent development. Another wolf had encroached upon her territory. A werewolf.

Peeling lips away from bared canines, a rumbling growl breaches the silence. The werewolf's words had fallen upon a deaf ear. She turns, eyes glittering in bloody crimson, now perfectly centered on his face. Hackles rise in a spiky ruff around her neck and in a ridge down her spine, ears plastered back against her head. Lifting her tail in a show of absolute dominance, she issues another more threatening growl to the intruder. Limbs and body stiffen as she takes a splayed stance over the whimpering body of her prey, lowering her muzzle closer to the ground to protect not only her food but her throat and her underbelly while she made the shift. She knew when she was outgunned... it was just a matter of pulling out her spare rocket launcher. NEVER bring a wolf to a were fight.

Limbs begin lengthening in rapid succession and the popping, groaning, and snapping of bones and muscle as they reorganize themselves to suit her new form are muted under a layer of thick, churning fur. The change took only five seconds. She was a quick shifter. By the time she was done, a large black female Kierrn knelt over the cowering boy. A perfect blending of human and wolf attributes, the werewolf that looked defiantly across the clearing was most definitely NOT the man-beast most were made out to be.

Long limbed and lean in body, she was beautiful in a uniquely wolfish way, but there was a definite underlying build of muscle that made her considerably less girlie-feminine. She'd just as soon rip your throat out than worry over whether or not she would chip a nail in the process. She was completely nude, but for a werewolf, this was not a big deal. A thick, long-furred pelt covered her body in shimmering ebony. The kind of deep, inky black you just don't find often enough. The lack of a loincloth or regular clothing was simply not an issue in this form.

Intelligent blood red eyes are ablaze in a smoldering anger. She assumed the werewolf had cropped up to take advantage of her kill. A scavenger. How DARE he try to step between her and her prey?! She would make him pay for his delusions of an easy meal. Rising slowly into a slightly crouched standing position, she relaxes into a fighting stance, ears slanting forward aggressively, elongated fangs glittering bright against her fur.

Noticing that the boy had begun crawling away, she reaches down, never taking her eyes off of the werewolf in front of her, and grabs a hold of his pants at the calf. Sliding him backwards towards her, she steps with one paw on his thigh, taking his foot in both hands and giving it an abrupt, sharp twist. The sound of splintering bones echoes in the clearing.

Now she was ready to fight.

A sharp pang of hunger cripples the muscles in her abdomen for a few seconds. She would have to work fast. She was even hungrier in this form... this of her three shifts demanded the most of her. She was beyond reasoning, now. She would kill the three of them and not stop the slaughter until her needs were satisfied. Rushing the werewolf in a surprising display of speed, she rashly lunges for his chest, swiping at him with a handful of long, piercing claws. A throaty snarl rips from her lungs, jaws parted and darting towards the large male's throat as she follows through with a slash to his chest...

OOC: Bah... poor Rena. So confused... so much in a bloodlust... Ya'll are gonna have to do something drastic to put this girlie out of business long enough to get rid of that nasty hunger. Or else... well... friend or foe... >>

She's gonna eat you if you don't.
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Get out of the way? Why the fuck would I even think of doing that?

Saying Eeth was stubborn today would be an insult to stubborn people everywhere. A more correct word would have been calling him a dipshit would be far more correct. This boy wasn’t moving his feet were planted hard in the ground which would later lead to his failure. A stone wall wouldn’t work against a mass of muscle and rage it just wouldn’t. Much like trying to fight water with a wooden pole you aint really going to do much. With a name like Hellsing if you ran away from a rampaging beast about to kill someone you better have a five inch round hole in your side.

She rushed him too fast, he was by far ill prepared his left hand instinctively reaching and holding the sheath of his sword tightly his other hand trying to rest at his side. Anyone seeing a couple hundred pound killing machine running at you would get edgy. You could see Eeth’s fingers twitch, his body ache just from trying to stand still and though he tried to look strong with a soul made of iron his eyes held only the smallest glint of fear. It hung in the corner of those sweet emerald orbs that rarely held any doubt through all the years of his life.

The fear he felt wasn’t for his own life, for his own safety, don’t get started on that self-preservation bullshit this was far simpler, he didn’t want to hurt his friend and he was afraid of losing one of the few people he actually trusted. Alright someone that has basic reasoning skills would wonder why a little measly boy would think he can stand up against a rolling mass of meanness? This is the point where they don’t get to know and are generally made fun of, great times isn’t it?

Although it was thought of it wasn’t taken into account that the beast might actually just go around Eeth and attack the kid anyways. After ruffling Eeth’s hair in the breeze he actually got ticked off and turned on his heel. The grass was slick and the earth was soft causing him to go deeper into that ground the heel of his shoe a couple inches down compared to the rest of him, it was going to be difficult to get moving again but he would have to manage he would have to for the kid. Because lets face it although not as quick as the beast Eeth was still quick, still good enough to at least try to defend the boy that was getting too close to the teeth.

That made it so much more of a pity when the kid went down anyways the creature on his back. Faces of people you failed to protect never left you, oh no, they didn’t grow hazier and vanish they stuck with you haunting your dreams and Eeth knew that this kid was going to be in his every night for a month. He let the creature kill a student, Eeth had just let it pass. He could have shot it…every part of his body told him he should have tried to kill the creature before it struck the problem was it wasn’t just any other creature. Behind that fur and anger there was something Eeth cared about, something he had shared hope and help with what seemed like ages ago.

It looked over for the boy it really did. Eeth didn’t think the creature would just let him get up and walk away or even slow down its feast for a moment after all the other had shouted about how strong the pull of hunger was. They probably weren’t the same were they? Not just in a human sense or a feeling of control but their instinct might be off.

Okay Eeth, stop right there. Why the fuck are you trying to categorize the differences between furry angry creatures when a person’s life is at stake? Come on you thick headed shit kicker stop being a pansy and do something.

The original creature did something Eeth just didn’t expect. It was getting angry at the rest, separate packs no doubt, creatures trying to decide who was dominant and who was submissive in this area though if it was not done now it would undoubtedly be done later…so enough sounding like the crock hunter and lets get down to business. In one corner we had a couple really ugly looking werewolves who probably wouldn’t bat an eyelash at the thought of skinning Eeth alive and killing the kid anyways. In the other corner we had a creature who didn’t seem in touch with its conscious who though avoiding Eeth wanted to kill the kid and that certainly wasn’t going to help. That left Eeth alone and feeling too out numbered, sure he had killed packs of these things before, he had wrestled them (all be it he lost) so he certainly wasn’t going to just go out the only problem was he couldn’t kill the monster.

That’s right this killer, this monster slayer this jackass who had taken it on himself to be a damn bigot and try to rid the world of things he called ‘monsters’ was actually deciding not to kill one merely because there was the slightest chance it was in fact his friend Rena. What a lovely twist of fate wasn’t it? He had more then enough power and weapons to take off their heads, the gun alone would blow enough of a hole in someone to use them as a soccer goal but it was staying in his pocket with the safety off.

“Eeth you are pathetic sometimes, just get over their and kick their asses.” Ah the wonderful well thought out plan of a dead woman. Right now a woman with stark black hair and shouted in rather angry French was standing a step behind Eeth and to the left getting ready to smack him across the face a couple thousand times as she tried to do daily. The catch in all this was she was in fact dead, a spirit that only those who were probably psychic could see and Eeth…because Eeth was having very bad luck today.

“Joan, shut your mouth I am not about to just go into a blind fight.”

“Yes you are you pansy! Just step forward draw the damn sword and start cleaving.”

“DO YOU WANT TO GO IN THE MUD?! Because if you don’t shut up that’s where you are going.” Eeth shouting at a being no one else could see was going to be the least weird thing going on this night oh yes, he still had to deal with a lot of angry creatures and a kid that didn’t look too happy. That’s when the ugly happened. It might have been fast and dangerous before but what Eeth saw next kind of made him wish he had something in his stomach that wasn’t cheap nurse office food, the disgusting sounds of the change were what got him, the popping and squeezing never could make anyone feel too good.

Then she was just cruel. He saw the boy quake, heard the pop and knew what had happen…she broke the damn kid’s leg so he couldn’t run away. Great so instead of being able to just distract them and get in the way as an escape plan Eeth would probably have to play Mr. Crutch and help carry the fucktard. When would they learn that going through the forest at night was a very bad idea? Well one bad idea deserves a half assed yet good one.

Some problems started to go away, the moment she took a step forward Eeth drew his sword the impossibly perfect French blade gleaming as he swung it high taking off a tree limb and shoved the weapon back in its spot. Even through the terrain he made good time going to the boy and shoving the stick in his face.

“Take this, get up, run. Don’t look back and don’t slow down unless you want to be dead, got me kid?” The student nodded and from that point Eeth could honestly say he didn’t care, now it was in his hands to get out on his own and it would simply let Eeth focus on the group of creatures now just in front of him. So the Kierrn was strong and not paying attention, oh what fun it meant Eeth had one real chance at this. Sure it was the most dumbass and un thought through action he could take but right now he was desperate and not about to just let fire burn itself out no.

Ignoring all common sense Eeth ran at the transformed back at the fastest run he had ever done, it was more then enough to match a wolf going in for a kill but just before this one got to her he jumped. He pressed his feet down and jumped. He got a good couple meters into the air and was going right at her shoulder. What the hell was he hoping to do? Wrap his arms around the beast in a headlock enough to discourage a baited bear and make sure his hands got as much fur in his fists as possible.
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OOC: Take in mind that Ray is only beast-like when in lupine form. As he is now in his human shape, there is only a scent to tell that he is a werewolf. That...and the fact that he shouted about a fresh kill.

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(His words had not been heeded, not in the slightest. Neither the boy moved, nor did the shewolf listen to his offer of an already-dead meal. This just went to show that there were some things that human intellect could not solve, one of them being that a wolf on the prowl while hungry to the max was not about to be diverted from what its eyes had locked onto. Of course, now that the new wolf in the woods had caught the boy - her claws nestled into his back - Ray was not about to stop her from taking that meal. He was a wolf, not a man. This was the law of the wilderness. Her kill, her meal, unless he tried to wrest it from her, which he'd rather not...considering the situation they were in. Strange, though... The shewolf halted her attack on the wounded student for the moment, as if contemplating something. Ray had no allusions about thinking that she had taken his offer NOW, while live human was under her feet. And as the same time, the other guy who had stepped in the way was now...talking to nothing? He ignored that for now. The other wolf had turned towards him and growled. Ray understood the words of wolves, even in the primal tongue. She was clearly saying Mine... He should have guessed this would happen. A hungry wolf in the wold, stalking prey and finding another wolf in the vicinity. What else would it do but protect its kill? The tail was up in fierce defiance of him, showing a clear unwillingness to submit. Meanwhile, Ray had not even attempted to take the 'meal'. However, that symbolism drove a spur of anger into his mind. Instincts kicked in. Defiance... He was the pack-leader of these woods. This was his territory. He would not submit. Part of him already knew that the shewolf wasn't to be reasoned with in any way. There was only one way, and Ray was about to initiate it when she...changed. What was this? No ordinary werewolf, by his reckoning... She had changed into a more humanoid form of wolf, feminine but tough as well. Ray was almost in awe of its beauty, but did not flinch as he knew that a beautiful creature such as her was still a threat to his person. What the boy and the downed student were doing at this time, Ray did not know. They did not exist for him any longer. There was only her and the space in between them. Even in human form, Ray was a fierce being, but clearly this would take his all. He waited - not very long - for the coming attack. It came in at great speed and Ray made to lunge out of the, but...)

Ray: Agh! My leg! What the hell?! She shouldn't be anywhere near...

(It was a matter of fact that on nights such as these, with the moon high and glimmering in the night, the young werewolf could siphon energy from its rays and increase his physical powers and stamina greatly. Oweing to the fact that he had already Siphoned before even coming here, a steady mind and an agile body should have had the ability to leap out of harms way from even a desperately hungry creature such as this one. When he landed, off to the side, his right leg was bleeding, some claw-marks on his calf. Ray looked and saw what the problem was. He had been right about where the claws were going to be. This was a matter of the fact that suddenly, and without warning, the other boy had leapt onto the shewolf's back and changed the course of his attack, which in turn caught the back of his leaping leg.)

Ray: Humans... They always make things worse...

(He was angry now. If the human wanted to get in the way of this fight, then so be it. He could do with a little eviceration, anyway. Ray;s prime target was her, and if he interfered then he would go right through him, or perhaps right around like she did. Ray didn't owe these two anything, though he had not originally wanted to fight this wolf. But still, a line had been crossed, and his mind said "NO!" to such an act. Eyes glowing silver, wisps of a faint, shimmering light of similar hue, Ray began to change himself... The process was not too dissimilar from Rena's transformation, in a way. The same bone-popping, body-contorting sounds were there, as well as the emergence of fur and fangs and claws from seemingly nowhere. Ray's body grew into the shape of a brown-pelted wolf, largely feral and red-eyed from rage. He was twice the size of a human being, which put him and the shewolf on a more level playing field. If his feelings had been different in this, he might have found a way into his Noble Form, instead of his Feral one. A transformation like that would end this fight much quicker. In any case, Ray growled with total defiance, his stance solid and his tail flagpolled, stating quite clearly who was the lord of the land in this place.)

Ray: These are my woods...

(Human or not, changed wolf or not, he was not backing down now.He'd earned the right to rule the largest pack in the world. No one was going to change that. Ray crouched into a leaping stance and prepared to do just that. It looked like he might leap straight on and try to take them both on at once, but that was not the case. Ray actually leapt high, and then kicked off of a sturdy tree to launch himself down towards the shewolf from a high angle, one paw of deadly claws outstretched in attack. The base of the paw was aimed to slam into the top of her head, bearing his weight onto that in order to throw off her balance. The claws would rake the back of her head as Ray prepare his other three paws to land properly, or to bring in more of the heavy heat. This was more than just a battle. This was their way of life.)
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Sensing Eeth coming down on her from above, she responds a little too late and her attack misses its target, sharp claws skimming the werewolf's leg instead of his chest. Withdrawing, she clenches her fist and glances briefly down at the blood drenched claws. Damn. Blazing red eyes flare as she turns her head to look back over her shoulder at the one who had bogged her down, a snarl rippling across her muzzle.

Throwing her hands back over her shoulders, she grabs Eeth by the back of his shirt, crouching, and hurling him forward over her head, any hold on her that he had long gone in that one sweeping motion. However, the force required for the action and the quick crunching of her stomach muscles left her almost on her knees, doubled in pain. The hunger...

This was going to get a hell of a lot worse before it got any better.

Looking up, she locks eyes with the werewolf who was now in feral form. Peeling back her upper lip, she lifts herself slightly, leaning heavily with one arm on her knee for support while she caught her breath. Starving while fighting was -not- a good tactic, and she was paying for it. Flicking her ears forward again in half aggression, half concentration, she hears his claim and struggles not to laugh, a dark and cynical grin replacing the grimace on her face.

"You may own the forest. But you hold no power over me or what's mine."

Breathing slightly harder with the effort to speak, she readies herself for the attack that she knew, if not by natural law, then by his body movements, was bound to happen.

As he leaps, she waits patiently for her cue. Experience, even under stressful situations, had blessed her with the patience she needed to execute fighting maneuvers quickly and efficiently. Even with the worst of blood rages. Leaning back, she lets the wolf bear down on her, grabbing him by his extended paw and recoiling with him, hind paws tucking up to her chest as she rolls backwards, kicking up at just the right moment and catching him full in the stomach. Launching her legs out away from her, she buries her claws into the wolf's tender underbelly while throwing him back up and over her head to land near where Eeth had, all of his forward momentum used against him, all of the downward momentum over-compensated by the powerful kick.

Rolling instinctively and standing, she charges after him, moving on all fours with just as much ease as if she had been in wolf form. A numbing jolt of a cramp shoots up through her stomach and into other parts of her body, making her hunch over and slow down a little in her stride. Realizing that he would be up and rounding on her by the time she got to him with this small bit of wasted time, she goes into a roll, coming out of it a bit off the ground and slightly sideways, grabbing a hold of the ground with both clawed hands and swinging her foot around in an arch in front of her as she stays crouched and near the ground. She was in perfect range of the wolf and the movement was intended to impact with the side of the wolf's face.
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The two fighting beasts didn’t seem to care much for Eeth, they didn’t even seem to regard him as a threat both being all too busy with fighting each other for insignificant animal reasons. Lucky for Eeth they both had seemed to forget about the organ meat that was hobbling away. That was the entire point of Eeth being here wasn’t it? Saving that ugly little snot nosed brat, make sure you all take a note of this! Alumni returning to their old schools only get them in trouble and having to deal with total fucktards who wouldn’t be able to survive their way out of a paper bag.

Eeth really started to contemplate it while being flung through the air, you see he knew he probably wouldn’t be able to get the drop on that specific creature in the air because lets face it, if she could catch him like that then she probably could do about a thousand times worse…which went on to cause the greatest revelation that Eeth desperately needed before he could turn into a quivering mass. Knowing it also made Eeth curse under his breath because he couldn’t just shoot them if it came to that.

Choosing not to just tear him a new one either meant A) she was considering him as just another food source or B ) That Rena really was in there and wasn’t just about to kill him. If it was A) that was good because it meant he could pause for a minute and think of what was going on, if it was B ) it was even better because she wasn’t going to just claw open his insides because that FUCKING HURTS. Anyways back to the subject at hand, Eeth rather annoyed as he flew through the air with the greatest of ease like a certain old hero of myth and legend, and like that certain hero of myth and legend he ended it with a thunk as he hit a tree and nearly broke it in half. George of the jungle was someone’s hero after all.

So what did we learn today? Ramming a tree with your face until it breaks into a wad of splinters really really hurts you. Of course Eeth being strange and impossible to understand pulled his face away from the tree and fell to the ground in a hush a lucky bit of bush breaking his fall. In about two seconds the boy learned he really wasn’t lucky because it was full of those annoying little pricks that stick to your clothes and claw at your face, as he struggled with that for a little while he devised an important and impossible for him to top plan on how to pound the two creatures without actually injuring them.

“No, stop…you idiot its not going to work all its going to do is get you flung about again.” Asking how Joan knew what he was thinking before he actually did anything was like asking how Leprechauns always knew which end of the rainbow had the gold…okay bad example because Joan was kinda real…wasn’t she?

“For the last fucking time just shut up.” Stress meant cursing, cursing meant thinking, thinking reduced his stress someone ought to pack this boy up and send him for some psychological studies or turn him into a vegetable for his own good. Alright back to the point was that Joan was angry at him for the plan he had conceived, what was that plan? Well it involved him drawing that great French blade and brandishing it at them, what came next defied explanation.

Before anyone started with the lumberjack jokes please understand Eeth’s train of thought. He had to stop the creatures without actually maiming Rena which meant he couldn’t use his gun because he might miss and he couldn’t use the sword because his reflexes were rather…odd so he had to find something strong enough to hurt a werewolf or a werewolf like creature. So what is strong, big, in abundance in a forest and easily accessible to any guy with a sword? That’s right a giant wooden stick, or in essence that’s what it really was. He had cleaved a tree off its edge and shoved the blade back in its sheath with one solid motion and reaching up he grabbed two of the closest thickest branches that the log had and lifted it up.

This is where ugly strength from a small British boy started to not make sense, because it was hard for burly Scottish men to chuck logs about…that’s too off topic isn’t it? Right onto something completely the same Eeth was able to do this because quite simply he wasn’t human and many of the so called rules of biology didn’t affect him, that and it wasn’t a gigantic log it was only a bit longer then a car and about as thick as a telephone pole, perfect for hitting people to get their attention.

“Okay you two, PLAY NICE!” Ah a great witty battle cry…not. It was pathetic and yet Eeth believed himself infallible for this simple attack as he lunged forward and started waving the log back and forth aiming to smack the beasts across their chests. That’s also a reason why no one invited him over to anything that involved hitting piñatas.

((Edit: sorry fucking emoticons))
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(She was not as weakened as he thought she might. He thought that she would just be a pit of rage and hunger, a starving animal who knows no thought beyond food. What he found, however, was that there was a small derailment from the subject of food enough that she would still be able to think. In other words, Ray had made a terrible error. The intelligent never fall for this one unless paralyzed by fear, which - suffice to say - a hungry wolf would not. This being said, there was immediate anger in having himself plucked from the air like a grape from a vine. The only problem with using a clever move like this was that it was very hard to come away from such a technique unharmed when your opponent is a mass of fur, fangs, and claws. This was true to both of them. He had initially blundered, and then as she grabbed and pulled, he struggled. As much as there was wisdom in a calm and clever strategy, there was also to be something said of using an uncontainable frenzy at just the right moment. The Feral Form existed because of pain, anger, and hunger. It represented Ray's darker emotions, or at least all the violent ones. So, paws went a'flailing and teeth almost sank into a shoulder, except that Rena's kick, claw, and throw had impeded this. Ray did not see, but thought he might have cause a few superficial cuts - retribution for his leg. The throw had sent him tumbling more towards Eeth, a momentum that he used to flip up back onto his feet, very near the tree that the boy was cutting to fashion into a club. What was he thinking? Did he believe that he could use that oversized rolled-up newspaper to force them to behave? Ray was half a mind to kill him on principle, and not just for getting in his way. Roy noticed that Rena was following him in order to follow-up on her previous attack, but he had more problems to deal with...)

“Okay you two, PLAY NICE!”

(He was Eeth's first target, being much closer than her. Ray noted a delay in her gait, all due to hunger. She was desperately fighting and desperately hungry. He had to be able to outlast this, to come out on top. More than that, he had to prove his total worth to these two. Even if this was over a meal - which had departed, strangely enough - he had to be the one to take care of this. This was his place, his dominance, and his responsibility. Years ago, Ray took upon it himself to vow to help all lupine kind, even if that meant helping the suffering Lycanthropes to their deaths. The reasons for this all blurred and melded, all except the grudge against Eeth. He was taking him down a notch. As soon as Eeth swung the log-on-his-sword at him, Ray's head swiveled and his jaw clamped down on the piece of wood.)

Ray: Gah! My jaw!

(The back of his jaw burned from the pressure on his bone and muscles back there, but he stopped the club for now, his teeth tearing a chunk out of it as Rena hit his back instead of his face. The impact forced blood from his chest-wound, and wood splinters wnt flying as he growled aloud in pain. That was it. He'd had just about enough of this... Hungry wolves, boys with club - he'd show them! Numbing the pain in his mouth with adrenaline, Ray's jaws came down on the leg that had kicked him, to bite and to grab it firmly. Then, all four legs facilitated the act of leap-turning almost in place to swing Rena into Eeth like a club before letting go. He was aiming for his mid-section, and felt a hint of satisfaction in doing this.)
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Blind rage does strange things to you, making you forget sometimes what a fight was initially about. The student had escaped... for the moment... relatively unharmed, compared to the alternative of staying behind. He'd just better hope Rena didn't win... she'd remember after all this was over what she had been fighting for.

Seeing her foot connect with his back, she barely got out a bark of satisfaction before... Oh shit. Pain lances up her leg from the bite, forcing something of a muffled growling yelp from her. (more growl than anything) She rarely gave her opponents the satisfaction of hearing her yelp. And no one had ever heard her whimper and lived to talk about it. Blood ran in rivulets down her leg and the sight of her own blood made her even more starved. The warm, coppery scent trickled up to her nose, her eyes rolling back for a second as she almost... ALMOST loses control of her fighting abilities. Even if she lost every scrap of sanity she had... she would retain those talents until the very last. It was her best defense.

((ooc: by the way... remember how obnoxiously HUGE Rena is in her Kierrn form... not what you would call a light one to toss about...))

Feeling somehow the motion of the kick being reversed, she realized she was sliding quickly sideways, spun in Eeth's direction by her leg. Eyes fly wide and a completely startled expression takes over her face. She did NOT expect this strength out of him! Maybe he really -did- have something to boast about... Although she wouldn’t give him that. In fact, it would have to be years of close friendship before she’d ever pay him with the compliment. And you’d never catch her dead saying something like, “Hey, buddy... remember that time you flung me sideways into that one guy? Yeah, Geeze that was wicked cool!” Yeah, good move. Great. But she would hate ever having it rubbed in that she’d been flung.

To one who is used to fights and has found herself flying through the air on more than one occasion, she had come to the conclusion that the times that she thought the abosolute clearest and fastest was when she was speeding through the air towards an inevitable and abrupt crash. The first thing that flitted into her mind was to find some kind of object to bash the wolf off her leg with after she landed. Looking up suddenly, she found just that. Eeth loomed above her as she came crashing towards him, face up. In a last-ditch effort to acquire a weapon, she grabs Eeth by the front of his shirt in mid flight, pulling him down with her as she hits the ground, and hefting him off the ground once settled, sending him flying bodily over her and towards the wolf attatched to the other end of her leg. Jerking her leg up simultaneously, she forced the male wolf's face into the path of Eeth's flying body. Unless he let go immediately, he was going to be in a world of whomping Eethy pain.

In either case, never realizing which of the two it was, she found herself free soon after... if free is what you'd call it. As soon as the pressure let off of her leg (albeit- with long, gaping, bloody gashes running down her shin), a wave of overarching soreness and fatigue hit her with a vengeance, as if she had just checked out the last ounce of her strength with that one move and was now scraping rock bottom. The second thing to 'kick her in the pants' was a crippling feeling in the pit of her stomach that spread to the rest of her body... as if she had been hit by a semi in her ribs and abdomen.

Rolling over onto her side, every single muscle in her body freezeframes with the rocking, all-absorbing agony of reaching the absolute limit her body could take.

A shrieking, uncontrolled howl is forced from her lungs and out her throat without any conscent whatsoever. It meant nothing in the language of the wolves, an unintelligable cry of agony. Bones cracked and reassembled under her skin, pelt stretching and jutting strangely as they rearranged, muscles toning down as she becomes, overall, smaller, more wolflike. She was being forced to downshift... which hurt an ungodly amount more than normal, casual shifting. Nothing kills more than being forced into a shift.

As the shift happens, slowly, excruciatingly, her mouth works in a silent scream, eyes empty and wide. No one was home right now... not many could take something this tramatic and keep themselves consciously in its midst. She had retracted into herself, allowing her body to take the ultimate beating.

When it was all over, the black wolf that had originally attacked the student was sprawled out on the ground panting heavily, limbs trembling. Eyes that had been rolled back now refocus on the two in front of her. Making every effort to stand, Rena stumbles to her feet, swaying heavily as she did so. Collecting herself as much as she could, she crouches awkwardly, lips peeling back once again from those long, sharp canines as a broken, but still somehow threatening growl issues out of her... not from her body. Physically, she should have given up... her body should have collapsed. She should no be conscious. But something deep within the soul, her inner most workings, simply would not allow herself to give up the fight until she had nothing left to spend. With another, more obvious effort, she slicks her ears back, hackles raising, throat forcing out a second, more assured challenge to her adversaries. The wolf, in particular.

Nothing but a faint sway in her stance suggested she was near giving up, even though her overall appearance screamed that she was weakening... almost to the breaking point. It would not take much longer, but she would fight until it was over. Blood now soaked her entire hindquarters, the gouges reaching from almost her hip to her paw, white tendons and meat peeking through the dark lines cleaved through her fur. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to have fangs ripped down her leg... Blood slowly began pooling around her paw, a constant dripping while she paused for an opportunity.

Realizing in a rash and rather cynical moment that she probably wasn't going to get a better moment with her condition, she launches herself back towards the two males, claws ready, fangs bared.

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Trying to bop a couple angry wolves on the nose with a chopped up tree that could be used quite happily as a telephone poll didn’t seem to work, well at least not the first time. Though by the way things looked at the moment there wasn’t going to be a second, third or otherwise next time. The one that bit down on the log looked rather silly, and though Eeth could have spent all his time trying to shake it off he simply let go, simple enough right? Well that’s when things went from bad to worse.

Not only was the thing not wanting to let go but it was pretty damn ugly and Eeth wanted to just blast the bastard in his spot sadly as said before this was where bad things really started to happen. He got someone he was also trying to protect swung at his face but instead of really being hit he was picked up and flung again. What was these things obsession with seeming him fly? Couldn’t they tell he didn’t have wings? This time instead of becoming George of the jungle it looked like he was going to become an appetizer for the ugly wolf who had chomped his stick, the stick which was back on the ground a bit.

To escape he had to count on something people really shouldn’t even consider, he had to use the kick on a weapon he didn’t want to draw. It took less then a second for his skilled hands to wrap around the handle and pull it free, a flick of his thumb and the safety was off and he fired off to the side. Unfortunately the weapon had been designed to eat away most of the kick back so instead of getting free of the jaws he just ended up wasting a bullet…then two…then three. The only good thing was that after the third he had moved just enough that when he rolled back his hips he went past the beast sideways his body skidding across the wet ground until his feet hit something a bit more solid. He did a cartwheel that was out of his control over a bush and ended up hitting a deer. Why there was a deer there he didn’t know but he was thankful for it other then the headache and the possible law suit from P.E.T.A.

Holding his head with the hand that wasn’t holding his favorite gun Eeth was two seconds from out cursing a sailor, he felt something rather soft and gross and when he brought his hand down from his head it held some rather nasty red liquid that was unmistakable for blood. Lucky it wasn’t his blood as the throw hadn’t quite been enough to break his skin…so says the physics of engrish which also makes explosions in space louder because air doesn’t get in the way. Enough of that it’s too silly.

So free of all impending attacks on his life Eeth had about ten seconds to devise a plan, hopefully better then his last one which probably would have ended better if he had tossed the stick and shouted fetch instead of being thrown and hoping no one tried to bite him in midair…this was a fun day. To devise a plan the only one who wasn’t a giant furry monster or a four legged beast had to first look to see what was at his disposal. He had a gun, a sword, and an angry French woman who no one else could see…too say he was playing with the short end of the stick was an understatement of course that had never really stopped him before.

“You know what? Fuck this.” With a flick of the wrist Eeth played lumberjack, of course this was done about ten times faster as his bullets tore through the line of trees all the pieces of wood coming down the spaces just so that the two wouldn’t have any of their vital organs crushed, if that wasn’t enough the boy started to run forward the clip that attached his scabbard to his belt came off and he held it by the long side raising it up. What came next was truly a rather half assed attempt at something amazing. Flinging the gun upwards Eeth moved his dominant hand to hold the sword by the grip the scabbard still attached with leather straps. He had jumped into the air to catch the gun with his offhand, already it was starting to seem like a very bad video game move but when you had to do something rip off the ones who said it could be done.

Gunshots cracked open the night air tearing giant holes around both creature’s front paws making sure that the only thing that went towards them was dirt and small clumps of grass, missing on purpose took quite a lot of self control and when Eeth landed on one of the logs he aimed his gun right at the leader of the pack and his sheathed weapon at his good friend.

“You doggies have been very very bad, got me? So from here on in you both are going to play nice or I wont have time to take you to the vet and will have to neuter you right here. GOT THAT!” That was a rather nasty look that gleamed from his eye, it was rare and almost never came about to play but for here and now it was around and flashing back and forth across the beasts, he didn’t trust them worth a shit at the moment and was on his last straw of patience having played the roll of pinball too much in one night. His mouth was slightly open the gleaming teeth looking more and more like fangs in this night.

He knew what it was like to be one of these beasts, knew how their instincts weren’t controllable. That’s why he had to push one of their instincts that every non-drone animal had; Self preservation. That was the goal, make them nervous enough that they would stop and he could take control of the situation. The only way he could get the point across further is if he ripped off something’s head and threw the brains at them…but of course there was always the fact that was rather messy and no one wanted to clean up the forest.

He looked strange here, not the normal kind of hero that you would expect to wear those old European style clothes. They were normally dawned for more civilized fighters and Eeth? He tried swinging a tree to get the attention of two monsters. That wasn’t civilized at all. His breathing stayed in step, low and barely audible despite all the work that he had done his heart beat however raced. It wanted to jump out of his chest and fight them on his own, the equivalent of adrenaline pumped through his veins heedless of what might happen in two moments time.

The problem was simple; they probably weren’t going to listen. The solution: If the other beast moved Eeth would have no problem blowing off his legs after all Samuel fired pretty big bullets and if Rena moved well…he could smack her down with the sheathed sword and there wouldn’t be any blood or cuts, like an elegant club. Too bad he really never listened to his own plans for more then two seconds or else this would have sounded completely ludicrous and stupid…which really it was.
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(It was good to know that he had managed to throw the other wolf as he had planned, though there was a strain on his jaw. He vaguely noticed that Rena was a little surprised by this fact too, but reacted not to it. He had enacted the plan to get them both off of his back lng enough to set this straight. He knew that the shewolf was still starving, and thus not able to last. However, Rena had demonstrated the ability to turn a situation around before, and did so again. She had grabbed the boy that she was being flung at, and flung him at his own personal head! THAT...was a surprise. It would have hit him too, if Eeth weren't concentrating on shooting out of the way and narrowly missing Ray. In the confusion, Rena had torn away from his jaws. When she had his attention again, it was when she let out that terrible howl. Ray shuddered to hear such pain from her, his mind in less of a rage as she saw her shift down into a wolf, still keen on fighting. However, her charge was suddenly the last thing on his mind as Eeth did something that Ray very much resented. He started blowing out trees like an avalanche at them. Problem was, the boy didn't know that the fight was practically over. Rena would never beat him like this. Trees started coming down, some of them at Rena while she was still charging.)

Ray: NO!

(Eeth though that he might pin them down safely, but since when can you do that with a moving target?! Ray leapt high over Rena, rather than bothering to attack her. Instead, he twisted in mid-air to kick the nearest tree with his back legs. The tree was thrown in another direction, colliding with others so that they'd hit each other like a domino effect, forcing them away from the two wolves. Rena was the one who could not think properly, not Ray. Speaking of which, his landing took him to hit Rena instead of the ground, which would force her down with his wolfen weight before he jumped off again. That was pretty much when Eeth had his gun pointing at him, having come out of nowhere, almost. Ray did not like his arrogance...)

“You doggies have been very very bad, got me? So from here on in you both are going to play nice or I wont have time to take you to the vet and will have to neuter you right here. GOT THAT!”

(A fierce look was shot at Eeth, practically ignoring the gun.)

Ray: Human, you are an idiot.

(This would come as a shock to Eeth, considering his assumptions. The 'monster' was telling him that he was acting very stupidly. The eyes were silver now. He was slowly changing back, some parts of his body bloody.)

Ray: You think that you can handle everything, yet you blunder into it so stupidly. Do you honestly think you could have ever stopped her? I had no choice but to wear her down while you almost ruined everything. Don't act like you're better than me. What have YOU done to help?

(His head rose up as he achieved full human-form. If the gun followed his head, Ray didn't care.)

Ray: Because of you, my leg was injured and you almost killed her. You know nothing of wolves. You're just a man hiding behind a gun, like all hunters. Go ahead. Shoot. You won't change the fact I did what was right, even if the road to it was drenched in blood. And you'll never change the fact here, there are wolves...and we are the ones in charge.

(Then, turning his back on Eeth, Ray let out a howl that seemed to have a purpose, which it did. He was telling the wolves he left behind to bring the kill to him. Another howl immediately returned, obviously from a direwolf. It was the equivalent of "You want us to do WHAT?". Ray almost smiled, and gave the answer, stating that he was serious, and that he would explain later. The wolves would arrive soon, hauling a dead Bandersnatch behind them. That was suppose to be their meal, but this was a more desperate need. Ray stepped over to Rena, limping. His body ached from the battle and chest still bled. He had had worse than this, but he had to remind himself, this was for when she was starving. This shewolf was really something else. He only wished that he did not harm her too much. Despite his instincts, Ray always felt sorry for lupine creatures who could not control themselves. He watched her carefully now, his eyes practically pleading for her to stay down.)
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The second the first round of shots went off, she ground to a halt, her charge suddenly dwindling. Jumping visibly in her skin at the gunfire bursts, Rena whirls around in a tight circle, slowly starting to hyperventilate while looking for its source. The bursts of noise had triggered the last leg of influence that the hunger would have on her before reducing her to a coma-like state. She was slowly starting to become delusional, her mind playing more and more tricks on her as time progressed the starvation. Her loss of control was beginning to pick up rapidly in this kind of a high stress situation. Confusion and fear was reducing this war-mongering, bloodthirsty monster into a startled puppy. Fighting just to breathe, she lowers herself slowly to the ground, tail tucked firmly between her legs. Her every step was becoming more and more unstable. So she began to simply, meekly, lay down on the ground in order to make the world stop spinning.

It seemed the starvation had moved in on Rena yet one more step and she was within spitting distance of completely losing herself to it. As the hunger began seeping into her brain, wild images and memories began sprouting up around the growing black blotches in her vision. She was beginning to pass out... a feeling of lightheadedness taking place as her vision swirls before her eyes. Memories of puphood throw themselves randomly at her as the gunshots bring up old nightmares and realities that she had managed to bury deep into her subconscious. Visions of horrible foster homes, abusive foster brothers and fathers, hateful mothers and wicked sisters. What had she done to deserve the basements? The belts? The gun shots? And she was Soooo hungry....

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She was in the basement crawlspace, chained to the wall. Darkness... darkness everywhere. Spider webs section off her little room into a catacomb maze, silky threads to sting the eyes and irritate the nose. A constant drip, drip drip somewhere in the other chamber of the basement....

Then- footsteps down the stairs, stumbling, loud. Each noise ricochets off her ears like thunderclaps. Fear rises in her gut. A long, pulling sensation, a prickling at the nape of her neck. He's getting closer...
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Rena is now lying flat against the ground, paws over her eyes and muzzle as she presses her belly into the loamy turf of the forest floor, making as if she wished she could simply fall through the leaves, sink into the ground and disappear.

"No.... No no no no no......."

Her voice is a low moan, a plea. Ears are slicked back, eyes screwed shut, muscles tightened as she expected a blow.

She didn't notice that the other werewolf had leapt on top of her... not yet. She was immersed into her own world with her own demons. She was too busy with them to be worry about the real-life problems going on around her.

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Something hard and metal strikes her back and sides. Drunken yells and the strong scent of whiskey curls around the darkness like broken glass, scraping and cutting every part of her it touches. The unmistakable stench of fear. It was everywhere. Fear and death. Pain short of torture. Gunshots are fired. Flashes of light in the darkness. That light, if not so menacing... would almost appear inviting in contrast to the all-consuming darkness.

A beacon of hope.... and terrible consequence.

Eyes, a face shines in the dark. Anger and fear.
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Eyes snap open, no longer red, but a pure, whitish blue, wide with something close kin to pure terror. Looking directly into the eyes of her captor, she sways slightly, that look of horror burned so vividly across her face. Deep black splotches begin to cloud her vision, stealing away the last of the light, the last of the werewolf's face. Everything to be consumed by darkness. Eyelids flutter once, then close. Her head drops in slow motion to the ground, her breathing becoming more concentrated, then slower, easier, until they finally took the other extreme. The long, shallow breaths of the deeply unconscious.
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(Ray had not known that, while he was in mid-air, Rena was already lost in herself. To say that he was a little busy at the time would be the understatement of the year. Seeing now that he had added insult to injury made him feel just a little guilty, but he just didn't know! Rena was weakened now, far too much to fight him at least. For that much, he was actually grateful. He didn't want to fight her anymore. If she could get up from that, then she could go kill whatever she liked, as long as it wasn't a wolf. Knowing her hunger, knowing how hunger can influence the mind, he hoped the carcass would arrive soon.)

"No.... No no no no no......."

(Something was wrong. In her unconscious state, the shewolf was muttering and squirming uncomfortably. Ray's senses were very keen, his sense of smell even capable of alerting him to things that no nose could pick up. They say that an animal could sense fear. Ray could smell it. Terror was in the air, and so was the past. Ut told of a story he had heard many a times before, from all sorts of werewolf. Confusion, unacceptance, the angry mob, humans and their damn guns... It always happened. Ray might have been an exception, but only because he grew up in a closely-knit town in Brazil. They worshipped wolves... They believed him to be sacred. He wasn't feeling very divine right now. His chest felt like it was on fire and the so-called enemy he had subdued was reliving a terrifying past. He remembered that Hush was the same way, and that she too was tortured for being a werewolf. Ray felt for his kind. It was the proof of his civility. Just then, he heard the sound of something heavy being pulled, and of several wolves doing it. Ah, the Bandersnatch was here. Good. Ray focused on that for a moment, knowing that there would be trouble. As soon as they got near, his wolves stopped and looked around, eyes widened, ears aware. He knew they smelled it. Gunshots, wolf blood, humans... They saw Eeth and saw his gun, but before anything could come of that...)

Ray: Go. Just go. Warn the others.

(The half a dozen wolves that came with the oversized meat left in a hurry. Howls soon went up. That would by one for Eeth to worry about. Whenever Ray warns his wolves about something, it means that - should Eeth become violent - he should be treated as they would a Bandersnatch, except that he was a human, so it would be worse. The Devorak Clan consisted of several hundred wolves, all gathered into the fold during his time at the school. Just then, he saw Rena's eyes shoot wide open, no longer red. That was it. The fight was over. And the look of fear in her eyes was his reward, which made him feel even more guilty. Maybe it was because of the circumstance, but he wasn't sure. Rena's eyes then lost all strength as she fell unconscious again, this time with more stability. He knelt down nearby, and spoke in a saddened voice...)

Ray: I'm sorry.

(...before getting up and heading for the Bandersnatch. He pulled the beast closer and positioned it so that its wounded stomach was nearby Rena's nose. He thought of it as a peace offering to her, compensation for what he had to do. There would be no such token for the human.)
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Doing his best to ignore the situation unfolding in front of him the truth was Eeth was afraid. Afraid of and for that good friend that was seemingly going completely mad at the simple sound of a gunshot. That is a dull and campy recap of what just happened that really means absolutely jack shit. What we really had was a wacked out beast who Eeth couldn’t injure seriously, Eeth himself who was starting to look like the biggest idiot since the former British poet who in a rather important portrayal of Mcbeth had refused to die.

It couldn’t be told if it was a shame or a good thing that his little lumber jack work had failed nearly miserably thanks to the other wolf’s actions. On one hand even the slightest risk of it injuring Rena was removed and the fighting had stopped but on the other…it was out of his control. That was the big problem wasn’t it? It wasn’t even conceivable that a slightly built man like him had any business trying to battle two enraged beasts like that without being able to just shoot them and be done with it. They appeared twice his size if not greater and were by far something that he should either have revered or feared.

That word fear, it was all too common sometimes and though Eeth tried to keep it hidden he had it, but not fear of death from the creature there far from it. Such things were petty and usually ended with him getting partially devoured anyways the fear came from the fact that through what was going on with Rena that strange throbbing and horrible look in her eyes, it was fear that Eeth had accidentally caused it. Good going for the black haired dumbfuck! He screws up the mind of someone he actually cares about, why not give matches and lighter fluid to arsonists while we are at it.

Other wolves came and went, beasts that Eeth barely gave a second glance at, if they had wanted to attack him they would have done so already correct? So why worry about something like that happening when they already had better chances to off him like when they were playing badminton with his rather unhappy form. Oh yeah everyone just wanted to play nice with Eeth, well that apparently is what happens when you are the only one that shows up at a party without a costume.

It was the meat that had started to…relax the boy on the intent on the other one. It wasn’t so much trying to avoid Rena getting fed but trying to defend the student. What was the difference between one living animal like a human student and the animal that was now rather torn up and brought to Rena? Not a whole damn much but of course humans valued there own and whatever closest resembled them over other things, that’s why there aren’t that many pet jelly fish or elk.

There was no respect here for him that much was clear and known to everyone, he had walked in and made a complete ass of himself trying to be some impossible standard that stories wanted him to live up to. The beast spoke to him in distain it was obvious it wasn’t pleasant at least towards him and Eeth at that moment would have been more then happy to end the creature’s life but then what? He would be stuck in the middle of a forest still trying to heal from his last battle and trying to get a seemingly mad Rena out of the forest while an entire pack of wolves descended upon him? It would be much easier to suck a fucking bullet, probably easier to clean up too.

“I was there. Don’t try to play holier then thou you furry piece of wild trash! You think you are strong yet you come here with your little gaggle of bitches not to far away, this didn’t concern you at all and yet you act like it was all about you. I can handle her on my own, and without the needless shedding of blood like you have been so eager to lose, the only one I wouldn’t mind letting bleed is your sorry and ugly ass.”

Yeah, brilliant bait the bear, and some people still wondered why all Eeth’s friends were dead save Rena. No one was going to deny that Eeth had done the wrong thing, that he should have sit back and let the monsters clean themselves out and help Rena in a more peaceful way but after being entirely ignored and tossed around things like that were placed on the back burner.

He didn’t seem to care about being called something as simple and disgusting as a human, the only thing worse then that was people mistaking him for a part demon useless fucking mong. There were plenty of stupid things that had already happened this night and for some reason it seemed like there just wasn’t any end to it all.

“Go on pretending you are high and mighty in this forest if you want but when it comes to my friend I suggest you step off or you are going to get a couple pounds of bullet in what used to be your skull.”

Where was a frying pan to the skull when you needed it? Oh right it was rather dead and began slapping Eeth back and forth his head noticibly getting tossed around and a rather nasty cut growing across his cheek where the spirit had started to use its nail.

“You stupid goddamn mouse fucker! He brought your friend to exhaustion without even injuring her importantly and all you do is bait his ass? You call yourself a man!” Joan wasn’t happy. Her body started growing more…realistic as she proceeded to punch slap and generally beat the boy about until her screams of anger started to fade into the night, it was hard to say if Eeth was imagining this because the cuts and injuries were all there worse yet was after that she successfully kicked the boy in his face and sent him once again zooming across the forest like a cheesey wire fighting scene and he ended up in a tree.

“Dammit…gotta watch over Re-“ That’s when the spirit started dragging him about and beating him until they were vanished into the night, an odd ending to the pointlessness that was Eeth’s involvement in the entire fiasco. He certainly did his dwindling species a service by turning what could have been a chance to help a good friend into an event of unprecedented stupidity. You know how it goes C’est le vie. With that Eeth was gone from the forest letting the wolves play on their own with no intention of returning.
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Darkness.... deep and comforting closes around the mind of this sleeping shewolf in a merciful, lasting embrace, gnawing away the hunger until it is only a dull throb somewhere beyond skin and bone- a memory, perhaps? Somehow deeply imbedded in her reality, but simultaneously so far away...

The scent of the dead Bandersnatch filters through this darkness, lingering, tantalizing at her nose. A small 'quiver' of life at the end of that warm, wet muzzle. Something stirs deep within her unconscious. Something awakens, bringing that gnawing hunger closer inch by painful inch. Long lashed eyelids flutter for a moment, eyes rolling in dreamless sleep beneath them. A small murmur issues from her slightly agape muzzle. The sound is breathy, edged with that gnawing hunger that makes everything seem so much more desperate...

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Everything is black, cold, and weighted in the shewolf's mind. The very air is heavy and all illusions of happiness are drowned in that sea of overbearing pitch, each rolling wave crashing down on the wolf's huddled form. She lies in the dark, trying to block everything out. Tune out the hunger in the silence and wait for death or whatever comes next.

But there is a voice in that darkness... Rena's. The real Rena's. The one that was pissed off by the cowardice portrayed by her physical form. She had broken one of her very own rules. NEVER go quiet into the night. Fight the dark with everything you have and go down kicking and screaming.

"GET. UP. NOW!!"

Each syllable is emphasized, the voice breaking over her inner mind harder than the waves of darkness; ruthless and unforgiving. There are some things that are more powerful than a deep coma... sometimes more powerful even than death itself. Rena's pissed-off soul was one of them.

She was lying curled up in her mind, hiding away from the awful things that were happening back in the real world. But the voice broke her concentration on submitting, and suddenly she couldn't bear to go down the easy way. The scent of raw, fresh meat permeates the darkness, bringing her closer to the realms of reality. So close.... so very close.... she could almost taste it....
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Her muzzle parts a little wider, a long pink tongue rolling out past her jaws and running across the pooling blood near the Bandersnatch's stomach. The blood hit her senses like a freight train and out of sheer muscle memory, if nothing else, she drags herself closer to the carcass using her clawed forepaws. Pushing her muzzle up to the creature's still warm side, she takes a bite, latching on with partially serrated fangs and jerking her head to the side, taking a long strip of meat from the carcass. Jaws work for scarcely two seconds on this piece of meat before she gives up and swallows it whole. A long, rumbling growl comes in response to the meat not from her muzzle, but from her stomach. Heavy lidded eyes slowly open, glazed as if she had been woken in the middle of a deep sleep (which she had been...) to reveal ice blue eyes, a little more sapphire pigment than what had been there the last time they had been open.

Burying her muzzle greedily into the stomach of the beast, she begins to swallow chunks and strips of flesh whole, not discriminating over what exactly she was eating. She swallowed fur, skin, organs, muscle tissue, everything she set her jaws on, whole.

Blood soaks her entire face and neck as she buries her head into the abdominal cavity, withdrawing with a large chunk of stomach and intestine hanging from her mouth. Pulling and twisting her head from side to side, she then downs as much of the torn flesh as she can without choking. The more she ate, the more the intensity of her feeding grew. Perhaps gorging herself on all this food, all at once, after a long period of starvation, was not exactly the best thing for her to be doing. Then again... YOU try getting between a hungry wolf and its food. She would pay for her speed eating later after it all had a chance to hit her stomach.

It was quite a while before the rate at which she was eating began to slow. Then not long after, she just stopped in mid-bite, a strip of hide clinging to her lower jaw as it hung from her mouth. Looking up past the kill at the other werewolf, as if just now noticing that he was there, she freeze-frames. Gaping slightly, the strip of meat falls from her muzzle and hits the ground with a wet thump. Blood soaked ears go from being curiously forward to slicked back against bloody, spiked neck fur. A shudder runs through her body and for a long moment, she just stands there staring at him

Standing above the still steaming innards, dripping in blood with her fur ruffled and wet, glistening fangs peeking out from under black lined lips, she would have looked to all the human world like a thing of nightmares. Scary and menacing. What you'd expect to find in the dark woods after nightfall. However- to any wolf, she looked startled... wary, maybe, but not hostile. Her expression was a mixture of apprehension and confusion. As if the wolf standing in front of her had just dropped out of the sky.

Looking down at the kill, she slowly, carefully, leans over it to get past the overpowering smell of fresh meat and closer to the bite marks that were not hers. A tentative sniff at the Bandersnatch's other wounds and she begins to backpedal away from the kill. Once clear of the beast, she picked up on the male wolf's scent, a scattered breeze bearing it in her general direction across the clearing. He had helped bring down the Bandersnatch. She had not. The beast was rightfully his, and feasting on another's kill without permission made her no better than a scavenger. The lowest life form in the canine realm. A disgrace to werewolves.

Her eyes traveled over the damage she had already done, the whites around the blue irises accenting her ever growing surprise. Adding insult to injury.... If it wasn't bad enough that she had no memory of the past few hours, she had found herself committing a most heinous crime in the werewolf community. Stealing another werewolf's food. And by the looks of the hollowed cavity... a lot of it.

Shaking her head back and forth in disbelief, she murmured, almost stammered in a quiet voice, "I am... so sorry...."

A long pause as she runs a rough tongue over her lips. Her mouth had gone very dry. She liked to think of herself as a respectable, honor-bound wolf who followed the code by heart. If not the true werewolf code, which is more or less an unspoken one (therefore subject to interpretation), then her own. This was a big unspeakable on her personal code. She always figured the day she couldn't catch her own meal was the day she would die. Taking a few more steps backward, she gazes from the kill to the wolf part in disgust with herself, and part in shock.

"I didn't mean to.... to steal from you. I don't know what came over me... I don't remember anything."

She felt foolish for admitting that she didn’t recall any of what had just happened within the past few hours... but she would rather a stranger know more truth than he was entitled to, than for him to think she had done such a crime as kill theft on purpose. Pride often overrides secrecy.
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(Rage bristled as the back of Ray's hair seemed to stand on end. The desire to use the remainder of his strength to put Eeth in his place was overwhelming. And yet...he could not. He was not just some rage-filled creature of the night. If he believed himself higher than the humans, then he had to keep himself from stooping to their level. The boy with the gun was shooting off his mouth, not his weapon. He called him a coward and wild trash... How much did Ray have to endure to get his point across? He said that this shewolf was a friend of his, but he acted far less that grateful for Ray's help in subduing her. He just ignored him...until he actually heard words from another, and felt the presence of something more spiritual now. It was something similar to the issue with Marie, though this was clearly a spirit angered by Eeth's words. The spirit removed him from this place. Ray sighed. We all have our demons to face. He now focused more on Rena, his body slowly healing. Her nose had moved. She smelled the kill. Ray had seen wolves that were weak like this from lack of food. He waited patiently. The shewolf soon opened her eyes, seeing only the food, and made for it hungrily. She was still weak, but grew more rapid in her eating pace once the meat vanished down her throat. Ray watched, almost mystified at how quickly a body regains itself after a meal. It would be a while still before she was back to snuff, but this was a good start. Then, after she had deposited large amounts of the food in her stomach, she noticed him. Her eyes - which had changed - registered what any wolf could plainly see as shock, waryness.)

Ray: Uh oh...

(He almost forgot that this had happened on occasion too, for the same reason. A wolf that is wounded and starving in the woods. He offers it food and it eats, but then realizes what it's doing and almost freaks out because it hadn't earned that meal. Ray knew this feeling. She backs away, aplogetic for what she has done, backing away some more and not remembering what had happened. Ray acts quickly to nip this one in the bud. He couldn't have her - a kindred being - torturing herself with the thought that she had stolen from him so shortly after nearly dying of starvation. He held up a hand, trying to get her to stop as he stepped forward. His chest still hurt, but he ignored that.)

Ray: Don't blame yourself. You were starving to death and the kill was mine to give freely. You just...didn't hear the offer when it was made. My pack will not suffer because of one lost Bandersnatch, and they would understand the need to help one of our own kind.
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Swaying slightly on her paws, she surveys both the Bandersnatch and the werewolf, her expression intense and still mildly apprehensive. Icy blue eyes focus solely on the were as he finishes speaking, studying him as if she could decipher whether or not he was being coy about sharing the Bandersnatch, or if he really was being honest. She wasn't sure if she completely believed him... there weren’t a whole lot of weres she knew that would openly share something like this with a complete stranger, starving or not. Maybe she just didn’t know very many nice people. Besides that, a few other things he said definitely caused her to stop and think.

"...Starving...?"

Glancing down at herself, she stares at the drying blood, the sticky fluid beginning to coagulate between the guard hairs. She was covered in it. She must have been beyond starving to have been so frantic with her eating. She usually didn’t make this much of a mess...

Digging into her memories, a throbbing headache starts to fill the space behind her eyes with a growing pressure, a numbing sensation flooding the rest her body. Closing her eyes and concentrating for a second, she manages to bring forth a series of images from the fuzzy corridors of her recent memory. She had to remember what happened....

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Lab coats.... the black truck and the cage... the men just out of reach... blood... the forest floor. (there's a sudden return feeling of that gnawing hunger) A boy... she had been chasing a boy... then....
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"The boy- what happened to the boy?!"

Looking up at the werewolf suddenly, her expression changed like someone hitting a light switch. A dawn of recognition and horror at what she may or may not have done flashes behind her eyes. She wouldn’t forgive herself if she had offed the human for food. She remembered breaking his leg.....

Not waiting for a reply, she turns hurriedly and begins an awkward hobbling lope over to where she had left the human last. Putting her nose to the ground, she stumbles over to where the boy had been lying, inhaling the scent on the ground and shuffling around in the leaves. Lifting her head suddenly, she peers off into the direction he had made his escape, her sharpening sense of smell picking up on a third recent scent. Eeth’s. Relaxing just a bit, she turns her head to look back at the werewolf, her heart hammering slower than what it had been when she thought she had killed the human. Eeth wouldn’t have let her get that far. She wasn’t sure about this one, though.

Calming herself down a bit, she reminds herself that the human hadn’t died. He couldn’t have been killed if he’d managed to hobble away. At least... it wasn’t probable. That was good enough for her. She hadn’t killed a practically defenseless student. Her morals weren’t all that compromised after all. Regulating her breathing back down to a relatively calm and collected pace, she almost starts asking another question. However, this process is rudely interrupted by what seemed like a kick to her gut. The food had arrived - all at once.

Paling a little, she steps off behind a tree, face hidden by bushes as the gorge begins to come back up. After she was done fertilizing the bushes with nearly half the food she had eaten, she walked slowly and unstably back into the clearing- looking exceedingly ill. In a voice fainter than what it had been a few moments ago, she slowly asks the questions that she had intended on asking before the nasty revisiting of her meal.

“What exactly happened here? .... And who the hell are you?”

Not exactly nice... but at that current moment, she wasn’t feeling too social.
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(It was clear by the look in her eye that he was not yet trusted. That was normal. Trust didn't come easy. More than that, the shewolf appeared to be unsure of her own memory. The hunger had made the mempry of that hunger...cloudy, unable to be read properly. She didn't realize how starving she must have been...until she saw the state of her body. It all must have come as one helluva shock. She seemed to be searching her memory now, slowly reaching the present and-)

"The boy- what happened to the boy?!"

(She quickly headed over to where the boy had been. Thankfully, he was long-gone. Her senses confirmed that he had left, and that Eeth had been here, and gone. All that was left was him, her, and an upset stomach. Her...umm...wolfing down of the food had caused this and now she was wretching up half of the meal. This, Ray did not watch, and did not have to, since it was done out of sight. Rena looked rather pale for a wolf now, and he was beginning to sit down. He needed to explain...)

“What exactly happened here? .... And who the hell are you?”

Ray: My name is Erastor. I use to attend the school nearby and have set up these woods as the territory for my clan. It's not something I enforce like a human would his home nation. We live here, we kill here, we band together against threats here. That Bandersnatch, for instance, is an enemy of the pack. They all are. We were killing it when I heard you howl.

(Ray tells Rena of how he found her unable to control herself and that she attacked a boy, which another boy {Eeth} had tried to protect him from. He told her that even the offer of his kill had not reached her ears, but that the scent of an interfering wolf had caught her and that that forced him to fight. Eeth had attempted to halt this, but he seemed rather reckless in comparison to Ray's better fighting tactics.)

Ray: I told him that he wasn't helping. I know he meant well, but there are some things a human can't be a part of. A battle of wolves is one of those things... I'm sorry. I did only what I thought was necessary. All of it.
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Listening intently as the werewolf tells the story of what happened, Rena seemed to get a little more upset with each passing bit of news. It had been a while since she had lost control like that. And a Rena out of control can turn into a very scary and dangerous thing. For both the people around her, and for Rena, herself.

Dipping her muzzle slightly as he finishes, she nods quietly, agreeing that Eeth probably shouldn't have interfered in human form. It was not a wise thing to do- getting in the middle of a werewolf fight under equipped for the circumstance. He could have gotten himself killed... luckily even in her most crazed state, she never found human forms very threatening. She was rather amazed that she had picked Erastor up as a threat.

"Thanks for stopping me. I agree with you, though. Eeth should not have gotten himself involved in the fight besides just helping the student escape. It was rather reckless on his part."

A small pause.

"...I can't believe I lost that much control...."

Thinking about the damage she could have done, she found herself looking over Ray's body for any kind of damage she had inflicted on him. She knew that if she had gotten into a fight with him, she would have at least left a few gouges. Unless he was good. Really good. She doubted many werewolves were fast enough to evade a Kierrn attack. Survive? Yes, it was a definite possibility. This one was living proof of that. But nothing could take hit after hit and not get scratched. It was just that unlikely.

Padding around the Bandersnatch and towards him, she investigates more closely. The scent of dried blood, his dried blood, reached her nose and she caught the last remnants of a wound healing on his right leg. Muttering under her breath, she tilts her head to the side.

"...I hurt you..."

Leaning forward, she didn't even hesitate before running a rough pink tongue over the claw marks as they closed, cleaning the drying blood from the wound. It just goes to show how much more she followed the wolf "standard of conduct" than the human version. She didn't care what he thought. She scarcely even thought about what his reaction would be. He was a werewolf. He would understand social wound cleansing. If he didn't? He wasn't very in tune with his natural wolven side.

Watching as the last bit of evidence that there had ever been a scratch faded, she backed up a step, eyeing it in mild satisfaction. She hadn't left a mark. She was glad for that. But she wondered if she had got him anywhere else.

"I didn't do any other damage, did I?"

Her eyes told a lie of innocence as she looked up at him. She appeared to be genuinely apologetic for any kind of scratch or bite she had left on him... but deep down inside, she wondered which of them would have won. One of life's little curiosities. Of course, she would never provoke a fight to figure it out- but being a fighter, she had a serious interest in knowing her physical combat rank amongst those of her kind. Her eyes sparkled in a strange light as she stared up at Erastor expectantly, waiting for him to do or say something.
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(He could see the distress in her eyes growing. It was like telling a man about what he did during a bout with Lycanthropy. Monstrous... Ray felt glad that she wasn't ordinarily like that. It proved everything he believed, that his kind were higher than mere animals. The whole ordeal must have been terrible for her... Rena thanked him for what he did, for which he had no answer for but a smile, because he didn't want to get on the subject of Eeth. A friend of hers, yes, but he rubbed Ray the wrong way.)

"...I can't believe I lost that much control...."

Ray: It's all possible, even when you're lucid. I've done things at time...

"...I hurt you..."

Ray: What?

(In his moment of thought about the things he'd done in the past, Ray didn't notice that Rena was looking at him, appraising the damage dealt to him. SHe must have known he was hurt. His blood-scent was clearly in the air. Before he knew what happened or could respond to what she said, he found Rena licking his leg-wound, the one from when her claws were knocked off course and got his leg as he was leaping. It felt....good. True, he had, in the past, gone through this with the pack, but this was different. He thought of it as pack-lore while in the pack, but he didn't even know her and she was willing to do this... Ray felt the last of the healing in his leg finish up. That was a relief.)

"I didn't do any other damage, did I?"

(For some reason, Ray could not suppress a funny kind of smile, as if he was now talking to a friendly rival who was comparing the notes of their latest spar. If it weren't for the fact that she was out of control, Ray might've enjoyed the fight. Still, his mood was a little less grim than a moment ago.)

Ray: Actually, you did do a real number on my stomach. Grabbed me by the paw while I was in mid-air, kicked me, clawed me, and threw me over by that tree.

(He indicated a tree that Eeth had cut down with his gun, one amongst many. He didn't hold that move against her, though. It was impressive, and he hadn't seen it coming at all.)

Ray: It's almost healed, though. Which reminds me... Are you okay? I know I wounded you too.

(He was concerned too, of course. He may have been wounded, but she was the one who had been starving and battling desperately against two guys. If anyone should be worried about the state of their body, it was her! Ray looked over carefully, his currently human-shaped nose taking in the same scents as he did when a wolf. The two of them had this much in common. They were true wolves, not humans playing the part.)

Ray: There.

(Her leg-wound. The one with bite-marks from his jaw and flesh-tearing from when she pulled away. That was about as bad as what he got. And while Rena was curious about how Ray was in battle, she was about to find out the full extent of what he could do. She didn't know what triggered his changes. He had almost complete control of when he triggered the Feral Wolf form, the darker aspect of his inner-self. The true strength of he came from the nobility of himself. And thus, his next action requiring a lupine form - yet not arisen in anger - succeeded in his taking the Noble Wolf body. It happened quietly, calmly almost. Ray's body simply poured out into a rather peaceful-looking wolf with gray fur and golden eyes. Fighting that would be very different from fighting his other form. For one, it was physically superior to the last. And second. it retained all of his intellect and enhanced instincts. So saying, the wolf did not delay in doing for Rena's leg what she did for his.)
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Tilting her head slightly as he relays the tactics she had used on him to inflict the stomach wounds, she raises her eyebrows, eyes trailing down from his face to his stomach. The wounds had already closed. She wasn't surprised as much by the fact that she could fight in such a reckless state, but fight that well? She shook her head lightly, eyes still trained on his stomach, imagining what kind of wounds she had made. A morbid curiosity, but a fair one. She had the right to know what damage she'd done if she wanted to find out. She wouldn't ask, though. It would make her sound like she wasn't sorry it had happened. Oh well.

Looking out at the surrounding clearing as he pointed towards the tree she'd thrown him to, she notices all the other mutilated trees. If she had been in human form, she would have let out a low whistle. Since she was in wolf form, she settled for a mix between a throaty growl and a grunt. The look on her face was NOT a pleasant one. Although she wasn't, by any means, a tree-hugging-hippie, she did have a respect for the forests. They provided many essential things to her survival and she felt she was in turn responsible for her share of its well being.

She really dropped the ball on this one.

Then again- she couldn't exactly see herself diving in the path of the bullets in order to save a few trees, but, hey... spilled milk, right? Her expression for a few moments was solemn, grim. But she was brought back to attention by a returning question.

Was she alright? Looking down at herself, one of her ears swings sideways, the other still alert and pointed in his direction. She hadn't really bothered to check herself for wounds. Looking down at her leg, she saw for the first time since she had regained consciousness, the long, ragged-edged gashes. By now, they were mended to relatively thin lines, but they were still small strips of raw meat in her coat. The fur around her leg was steeped in blood and she knew immediately that it had originally been a large wound. One she would have really been feeling if she was anything other than a werewolf.

Looking up, both ears perk forward as she watches Erastor change into wolf form. She wondered what he looked like in the furry... And she was rather impressed. Allowing him to approach her leg, she watches for a split second as he begins to clean the blood off the wounds before melting into even more of her feral essence. It was a chore to stay polite and socially acceptable for a human in wolf form... but when there was another wolf around, it was downright impossible to stick by any human social codes. And since he wasn't perturbed by her licking his wound, she figured "What the hell?" and gave into her Kierrn impulses.

Brushing her muzzle along his flank, she inhales his scent, sniffing at his sides cautiously a few times before giving in and simply burying her muzzle his fur. Nuzzling her nose past the layer of guard hairs and under fur, she went straight down to the skin, taking in that wonderful smell of another werewolf.

She had not been around another werewolf in a very, very long time that had not either wanted mating rights or a territorial fight. Neither one was very flattering, and the werewolves in question were, without fail, rejected. Or if they didn't take the hint the first time, were beaten up pretty badly.

Emerging out of the fur near the upper portion of his rib cage, she rests her muzzle on his back while he finished with her leg. It was a wonderful thing to be around one of your own kind for the first time in a long time and not be in a fight to the death. It might even be considered relaxing. Exhaling softly, she closes her eyes for a moment, soaking in what little bit of comfort the moment provided. Even though she didn't feel completely safe around this other wolf, she felt much more so than normal. (this being said; shows a lot about her social habits and personality)

Chancing a glance down at his fur, she notices the blood she managed to rub off on him. Realizing that the upper half of her body was still pretty much covered in blood, she pulls back a bit, looking down at herself and then at him again- almost embarrassed. Damned human emotions.

Making sure she didn't get any more blood on his coat, she cleans what blood she had smeared on him off, careful to leave his fur relatively spotless.
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(Ray had not taken to notice Rena's reaction to the trees or the scenery, as she silently thought herself more than responsible for this act, though she was not. She could not help herself. It was clearly not HER that was in charge of her own mind, due to the hunger. Ray knew the power of hunger. He knew it very well. Torture and incarceration from the TEMB corporation had taken him to new levels of visiousness. He'd actually eaten a human or two... Ray had continued to clean the wound and soon noted a response. His service to her must have paid off better than he realized for her to be comforted in this way too. He was glad that this had come to pass without too much trouble. Other werewolves had caused him so much strife in the past... But she accepted him well enough. Friends at most, goos acquaintences at least. He let the moment be enjoyable and did not think on it too much. The licking of wounds was more instinctual for dire wolves. For werewolves, who had intelligence, one could only imagine. Of course, the part of Rena that appeared to be more human manifested upon realizing that she'd let blood get on his fur and made to clean up. She let him, but now that he was done, his eyes seemed to say "You didn't have to, you know. I would've handle it if you preferred." But instead, he asked her...)

Ray: I almost forgot to ask you...what is your name?
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At the look from Erastor, she simply gives him a small, wolfish grin in response. Her tail brushes back and forth in a slow swinging motion, signifying that she was in a good mood.... or at least she wasn't unhappy or uncomfortable. She knew she didn't have to lick the blood off, but she figured since she had put it there, she may as well clean it up anyway. Just to prove her point, she swipes her tongue over the last tiny speck of blood half hidden in his fur while looking over her shoulder at him the entire time, a spark of laughter in her eyes. She loved being difficult.

Easing back onto her haunches as he asks her name, she tilts her head sideways, studying his face. She had forgotten to introduce herself. Normally, she was more polite and organized than this. Just goes to show how him not trying to do her harm had knocked her off balance. Typically, her choices in werewolf companions were either horrible, or none at all. This Erastor fellow... was a definite first. And quite the puzzlement. For being such an enigma, he had turned out to be one of the nicest ones she could have hoped to find. In this light, she figured she may as well be honest with him and give him a truthful answer.

"My human given name is Renatsu... Kinda sucks going by a guy name, so I usually have people call me Rena. I haven't yet found my wolfen name yet..."

Okay, so an almost complete answer. If she wanted to continue along that train of thought, she would have admitted that she presumed that her parents had taken her wolfen name to their grave. But that was too much personal information for a first meeting. Way too much. He had given her his wolf name, and so she felt a little bad about not being able to return the favor, but surely he wouldn't be sore over something that she didn't know herself.

Searching for a change of subject, her eyes wandered back over to the Bandersnatch corpse and its half-eaten chest cavity. It would be a shame to see it go to waste....

"So are we just going to let that thing rot? Or should we finish off what's left of it?"

A tiny gurgle in her stomach reminded her that she had disgorged half of her meal a few minutes ago. This time, if she was going to try and fill her stomach back up, she would eat slower. Things always taste better going down than coming back up.

Rising to her paws in one swift, fluid motion, she eyes the kill skeptically. She tried to imagine how many members Erastor had in his pack and how much they would be able to digest. Somehow she doubted this one beast would feed every mouth.

Even though, by most standards, she would merit highly on the hierarchy of kill-eating due mostly to her size and experience, she still felt for the omegas and young adolescents of the pack. Those that would eat last rarely got to eat very much. And of what they did? Was usually the less desirable parts, such as the lower intestines and the small meat scraps and skin on the head and tail. Although, if they were hungry enough, this wouldn't matter.

"What about the pack? Surely this won't cover everyone..... maybe I can help you pull down something more suitable..."

Glancing back at Erastor, she quirks a brow, one ear listing to the side. He might try to brush he offer off.... she figured she ought to explain herself before he could refuse her help.

"After all.... I did swallow a good portion of it. The least I can do is help get more."
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(Ray's larger wolfish form reacted to Rena's actions with only a small smile, realizing that it was futile to even bother voicing an argument to her actions. Clearly, she did as she pleased. Now, he looked as if he were reluctantly submitting, which was pretty much the case. It was funny, though, because she'd won and he'd let her. Now, as she looked at him, examining him, Rena didn't realize the entire truth behind Ray. Not really. He was capable of being far more vicious than imagineable, and yet he was in his more properly-honed form now. He would've been trying to figure out what it was that enabled this form - because he hadn't figured it out yet - but that it would have ruined the moment. He listened to Rena's introduction, understanding the issue at hand. His parents had given him his wolf-name and always called him by that name. "Ray" was the name he applied himself. She was honest with him and he appreciated that. The truth only hurt as much when shrouded in lies. Rena soon changed the subject, now that they had had enough of explaining each other.)

"So are we just going to let that thing rot? Or should we finish off what's left of it? What about the pack? Surely this won't cover everyone..... Maybe I can help you pull down something more suitable... After all.... I did swallow a good portion of it. The least I can do is help get more."

(She was referring to the kill, the very-well-eaten Bandersnatch which she had gorged upon and wretched up some of behind a tree. Glancing at him, she pondered this dilemma, now thinking about him and his pack. Yes, he'd mentioned his pack, hadn't he? What he hadn't said was how big the pack was, where it lived, how it was supported - all that stuff. She must have figured it to be a large one, though, considering the size of the beast that lay dead before them. Ray regarded the creature laying there. There was not much in its stomach right now, but the body still had meat. The pack had rather grown fond of eating its enemies to the bone. It was symbolic of their conquest over the species. Ray thought about how to answer this, and then did, while preparing to move the kill.)

Ray: I'll take it back to the others. They'll get sustainence out of it.

(He was beginning to change into human form now. One advantage of it is opposeable thumbs. He'd be able to drag the Bandersnatch himself with minimal effort.)

Ray: One thing to understand, though, is that while the pack is large, as you must have guessed, it's not starving. Nowhere in the world but here could you support a clan of wolves this large. This forest is bursting with supernatural creatures like this one. They're always here. It's just that the wolf is now much higher on the food-chain.

(He grabbed the Bandersnatch by the legs, ready to move but looking back to see if Rena would like to join him. He was going home first to drop this off. He had to bring it back before some scavanger came and he owed his compatriots an explanation for before. It was going to be a long night.)

Ray: Most packs have the issue of never being able to kill higher than something around their size, because annything larger may use them as prey. But one advantage in having a werewolf as your leader is that he knows strategy, and organization.

(He paused then, smiling. He was human-formed now, yet you couldn't help but notice that it was more like a lupine personality in a human body, like a man of the wild or something.)

Ray: Still...if you want to help, I'll bet they'd really appreciate it. We can go ahead as soon as I drop this tidbit off.
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Taking her cue from him turning into his human form, she wondered for a moment if she had enough energy stored to try for her human form. Definitely something that wasn't natural for her, but... in these days, werewolves (especially the race of Kierrn, who in the old days were human hunters exclusively) were not highly looked upon. She often found herself sporting skin to keep herself from having to look down the wrong end of a shotgun barrel. Being pink and furless had its advantages sometimes.

Closing her eyes, she centered herself, delving into her innermost workings to feel that small pull of natural magical energy welling like an aura inside of her. She had enough. Her two natural forms protested her use of the aura before it was fully restored, but if he was going to do it, so was she.

Loping past him, she brushes fur against his leg before putting on an extra burst of speed, barking and tucking her tail in a playfully pup-ish romp towards a place further ahead of him and the carcass. Kind of immature, playing tag at her age, but she was feeling a lot better now that she was regaining her energy back. Whirling around, she drops her upper body to the ground, head low, rump up in the air with her tail swiping the air above her haunches.

If she had been 100% sure of his feral side, she would have changed into a human right there. She was comfortable in her own skin... but humans had a nasty habit of staring at nakedness and she wasn't sure how human this werewolf was. She remembered this last minute and changed her mind abruptly, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. So she disappeared into the woods. She knew these forests fairly well, and had planted clothing in a few places. She happened to be near one of those places.

It took a few minutes, but eventually, she emerged from the woods in human form wearing an extremely elasticy black tube-top and a pair of very baggy black jeans, held up by a thick and very worn looking leather belt. She rarely bothered wearing shoes, so those two articles of clothing and the belt concluded her wardrobe. Her skin was almost milk pale in the dim light, giving off something close to a silverish glow. Her hair was the deepest of blacks, shining with a natural oil that made it soft around the edges, streaks of moonlight giving it a healthy shine. Her hair swung in a sheet to her mid back, her bangs cut unevenly framing her face. Those same ice blue eyes she had earlier, now stand out just as vividly from behind long eyelashes as they had from amidst the jet black fur of her two wolfen forms. The only hint to her wolfen heritage that could be noticed off-hand, was that her fingernails and toenails were jet black and somewhat claw shaped, and the fact that her eyes had an intellectual, yet somehow very animalistic feel to them. As if what lay beneath the skin was more beat than woman. Some predatory hunger lurked there, enough that she had often scared the little kids in the orphanage and sometimes made them cry just by staring at them. (thus proving the theory that adolescent humans have more natural instinct in them than their adult forms)

However, right now the only thing that was emanating from this very happy Rena was a feel-good energy and a bit of mischievousness. Something in her mind was trying desperately to make her forget the happenings in the past few months. To enjoy some happiness before having to cope with what she had gone through. Sometimes the first thing on your list has to be mental preservation.

Knowing that he could most likely handle the whole creature himself, but wanting to help anyway, she picks up the two front legs of the Bandersnatch on the opposite side of the body as him to help balance everything out, and helped him carry it.

Laughing a bit at the comment about wolves being high on the food chain, she mutters under her breath (but obviously he could hear her, having a wolf's sense of hearing), "Don't let the humans hear about that..."

Letting a broad smile and lying, sparkling happy eyes cover up the quick twinge of pain in her expression, she continues, as if she hadn't caused herself to reflect on her own comment.

"I've always thought that power in numbers puts a group where they belong on the food chain, but individually and without aids or weapons, I think we win out on almost any food chain. Humans just think they're badasses because they have guns and hunt in large numbers. Put me in a room with one of them unarmed any day."

Flinching again, she gets a flashback of breaking the students leg and instantaneously feels bad about the statement. Damn! Today was just not her day for bringing back memories through conversation....

Maybe she needed to just stop talking altogether...
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(The fact that Rena had moved off to go change into her human form did not bother Ray, though he noticed that he somewhat chipper behavior felt a little forced, like she was trying too hard. The strange thing about this was that Ray might have given the nakedness of Rena an appraisal for a second or two, but not because of some human influence. Curiosity was at the deep end of that notion. He wondered if the bizarre ability to reform his own hunting garb was somehow unique to him alone. He recalled that Hush had developed enough control that she could partially-transform in order to hide her nakedness whilst in human form. Even though it was not asked for, she decides to help him with the load and appreciated it anyway. Then, as part of the conversation...)

"I've always thought that power in numbers puts a group where they belong on the food chain, but individually and without aids or weapons, I think we win out on almost any food chain. Humans just think they're badasses because they have guns and hunt in large numbers. Put me in a room with one of them unarmed any day."

(He considered this for a moment or two, knowing that Rena had stopped because she would obviously realize that she HAD been against one unarmed. She had also been up against one with a gun as well.)

Ray: Alot of humans are savages. Some are harmless. There are even those that I call friend. They're not animals in the same sense everything else in the world. They're really complicated. A corporation called TEMB had abducted me and some others for experiments. They wanted to use my blood to create an army of werewolves. They took a sample from me, and I had to kill to get it back. They would have covered the world in wolves who can't even control themselves. I've had to kill some that are like that. They're so mad that they attack other wolves as prey. It's never pleasant dealing with them...

(They soon came upon an area that would perk up every sense that he and Rena had in their bodies. To most humans, it was invisible. To wolves, it was like a shimmering golden light, as if a door were in mid-air. It was something that wolves could see because Ray made it that way. This was his home...and the home of many wolves.)

Ray: You can come in if you like.
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As he made the comment that humans are "very complicated", she let out an audible snort of agreement. What she didn't agree with, however, was the theory that humans weren't like the other animals in the world. In Rena's opinion, they were exactly like every other animal in the world. They were prey animals. They relied on their instincts, too... although most of them had grown comfortable and arrogant, their senses dulled. No... Rena was pretty sure that if they didn't have a talent for invention, without their little toys of destruction, they would be the lowest form of life in existence. Cannon fodder. Rena's opinion of most humans was not all that high.

However, she wasn't about to get in an argument about it.

The next thing that he mentioned, though, really DID spark an interest with her. So much that she almost dropped her end of the carcass. Recovering from her pause, she catches up with him and follows at their original pace. TEMB.... TEMB.... Teeeemmmb..... Nope. She couldn't remember. She'd been tossed around from facility to facility so much that she no longer remembered who all her captors were. Injections, blood samples, blood tests, chemicals, drugs, drinks, tranquilized food. She'd had pretty much all of it. And it took years for the doctors to figure out that her blood was useless.

"Being what I am... a different kind of werewolf... I've never been able to spread my species to another through blood, saliva, or any other tissue in my body. I've been sold around the block to people trying to make more of me, but they've never got their results. My blood is virutally worthless to anyone but me or anything big enough to eat me."

Throwing in a wry smile, she look over at Erastor with sad eyes. She wished he hadn't had to go through all that. She knew from personal experience what an ordeal it is to be forced through that. She'd spent all but the past two years of her life surrounded by one lab coat or another. Taking into consideration what he had said about the other werewolves, she nods and looks ahead, remembering a few of her own furry troubles.

"I've had to handle some unruly wolves, myself. I've even met a Kierrn, one of my species.... she was trying desperately to single handedly bring the human population down, and I had to remind her that we no longer live in the old days. Kierrn are no longer the shepherds of mankind. The flocks have outgrown their keepers, and we no longer have the rights to protect, or slaughter, to keep the balance. These days we must force ourselves to watch our charges carry themselves to destruction. It is suicide for the Kierrn to do anything else. To say the least, she was not happy when I interfered."

Walking gracefully, almost effortlessly with half the hefty carcass in tow, her slick black hair swung in a sheet behind her, trailing over her pale skin. In human form, she walked with that same flowing ease of dominance and animalistic grace as her wolfen form. Her pale skin showed quite plainly that she spent a lot of time as a wolf, but she was not uncomfortable as a human in the least. In fact, she looked perfectly content in any skin she inhabited; her feral, and utterly unhumanistic elegance peeking through in each of them.

By looking at her, Rena appeared to be a mere 18. Youthful, fresh. But underneath all that was an old mind, an old heart, and a soul wrapped in the cynical, jaded clutches of the time. One would greatly underestimate her by comparing her to a normal human teenager. She was a lupa, an Akira-ren, a keeper of the ancestor's memories and a young alpha of the Kierrn. As she walks with a hand grasping both hind legs of the beast, her eyes catch a bit of moonlight and flashes as the light reflects off of the back of her eyes, revealing them as being perfectly canine. Her expression was not happy, but rather downright brooding and frustrated. An elderly and rather fierce intensity that sometimes old resigned warriors get while plotting their next move in Risk or Battleship. An anger, and a clear memory of glorious and bloody times long past. It was almost too blatantly obvious that Rena resented not being born in the times where she could have helped keep the humans from overpopulating. It was infuriating that her ancestors had dropped the ball, and that now they were only to watch and wait. However, her mood and expression could also be interpreted as her anger against the other Kierrn. Either interpretation would be mostly right.

Disrupting her from her thoughts, the two of them came upon a shimmering essence. She, being lost in a train of memory, was almost upon it before she looked up, surprised, and found it hovering not too far away. A few whispered words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them.

"What the hell....?"

Forgetting almost instantly what she had been brooding about, her mouth parted slightly, eyes fixed on the 'door'. Hearing him speak, but cautious and not really believing him, she nods soundlessly and follows him without another word.

OOC: Rushed... I need to do homework. Deal with the speed-post. T.T ....Deeeaaal with iiiit!! *shakes fist*
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"Being what I am... a different kind of werewolf... I've never been able to spread my species to another through blood, saliva, or any other tissue in my body. I've been sold around the block to people trying to make more of me, but they've never got their results. My blood is virtually worthless to anyone but me or anything big enough to eat me."

(Ray couldn't help but smile too, when she did, but he noticed that sad look in Rena's eyes and mistook them for a sign that she was forcing the smile to make him not worry about the thoughts she must have been having regarding her own lab experiences. He did not know the look was intended for him, despite the fact that she WAS brooding. He listened to her talk about her own kind, realizing that the lineage of the Kierrn might have been some kind of forebearer to the current population of werewolves. Or perhaps they evolved from werewolves originally. It was a mystery that he wasn't going to bother solving. It didn't warrant so much attention that it could be dealt with later, not when home was in view. Besides, the way she must have been feeling, his words would mean nothing. They use to be something grand, long ago. And then...they slipped. But there is always hope for a tomorrow if today doesn't suit you. As long as he lives for wolves, there will be wolves in large numbers, and humans will know that they are not alone...)

Ray: Welcome...to Paradise.

(He said this as they stepped through. As it was still night, the place they came to was also night. But...this new area wasn't part of the forest! It was a world in of itself! There were trees, but they were less so than the forest, and different. More prominent in the immediate range of sight was the grassy fields and the moon held high in the so-called sky. This wasn't the real world, but it was a most impressive fabrication... And all throughout this place, there were many wolves. They were mostly in sub-groups where they stood, but plenty went from place to place in here and the other packs didn't seem to mind. This was Devorak's clan... He'd bound a large sum of the wolves in Japan into one group of well-organized predators. There were many... You had to appreciate the elegance of it. A beautiful smattering of a world, one without humans or monsters or anything harmless to its denizens. For a wolf, this place WAS Paradise. The only things that appeared to be out of place was the sign, which said "WELCOME TO PARADISE" on it, and the two objects by a stump which the other wolves left alone. One was a sword and the other was a broken pair of glasses. Ray made no attempt to explain them yet, and set down the Bandersnatch as some wolves from today's hunting party came running to greet him and the newcomer.)
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Taking that step into Ray's world, Rena gaped at the breathtaking view. Turning her head from one side slowly to the other, she soaks in her surroundings, the old phrase, "Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas, anymore..." coming almost immediately to mind. This was most definitely NOT AHS grounds. It appeared she really had crossed the threshold into a new and different world. The very first thing that she noticed was not necessarily the landscape change, which was drastic on its own, but rather the sudden lack of what had been an overpoweringly human stench that clung to the forests of AHS. The woods they had just stepped out of had been permeated with it. Soaked through. Here, there was very little in comparison. Next, her eyes swept the trees and the sign that looked very awkward in the midst of it all. Like it shouldn't have been there.

"Paradise...?"

The word is whispered under her breath as she tilts her head a bit to the side, studying the sign. She wouldn't have called this place paradise. It was very similar in a lot of senses, but the overall feel to it did not scream 'paradise' nearly as much as it did Home. It had that wonderful, comforting feel that almost made her forget what she would normally have been concerned about.

After all, whether or not this place felt inviting, she was on another pack's territory.

She barely had time to skim over the stump with the odd objects on it before she noticed that there was a large number of wolves nearby. None of which she knew personally. Taking a step backwards, her gaze flicks from one wolf to the next. She realized, then, that she was surrounded by them on every side, with the door to the realm at her back. This kind of thing could be the stuff that either dreams or nightmares are made of. Depending on whether the lot was friendly or out to get you. As always, when in doubt, Rena took the Fight or Flight route. It's always safer that way. In a rush of adrenaline, she also realizes that out of every living creature present, she and Erastor were the only ones in human form. This was not good. In fact? If it came to a fight- it would be very, very bad for her. It took almost every fiber of restraint in her body to keep her from whirling around and high-tailing it out the door.

Eyes wide and reproachful, Rena glances over at Erastor, suddenly aware that he could have been leading her into a trap of some kind. Being as paranoid as she typically was, that was the first thing that popped into mind. Flicking her ears back, she glances around her, trying to keep everyone at least in her peripheral vision. She hadn't even noticed that her ears were able to rotate because they had turned wolfen. Those, as well as an inky black tail protruding from a rip she had once made in her jeans for such unexpected occasions had managed to materialize with her uneasiness.

Pinning her ears flat back against her hair, she takes a step back as a party of wolves advance on Erastor. A deep, guttural growl rises from her throat. A completely unhuman sound, and full of warning. She did not want to be cornered, and she did not want to be too close to the pack without first knowing that they weren't going to run her out of their territory on a rail. However uneasy possibly scared she looked though, there was one thing that she refused to do. Her tail was not held in a submissive posture. Most wolves who enter another pack's territory would keep their tails firmly planted between their legs, but Rena was never one of those wolves. She would admit the fact that she would have no qualms backing out of the territory, even running away, but she would never give any sign that she was a submissive. Even her questioning growl had a bit of a threatening lilt to it. Keeping everyone within her range of vision, she only had eyes for Erastor. She was waiting for him to either start the introductions, or to send the pack down on her, tooth and claw. Neither would surprise her with her history of werewolf dealings.

Mistrustful? Rena? Never....



OOC: *grins* That's my Rena!
Flighty? Yes.
Paranoid? Oh yeah..
Hard to deal with? No shit.
Submissive? Hell no. ><;
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"Paradise...?"

(He heard the word, but did not react to it. It was the sort of thing that he expected, either awe or confusion or both. There was a reason that he had decided to call this world Paradise. It had something to do with the very creation of this place. Ray's memories were sketchy on it, though, possibly edited by the being responsible. See, Ray had gotten himself involved in a sort of war that involved a tower full of kitsunes. Most of them were evil, and they had the aspects working for them as well. Ray could not remember why he was there, but he did remember that that was where his friend, Sakura, had become one of them. He remembered when she became a kitune because he had been used in that affair too. She had gone mad, and used an alluring melody of a temptation power to force him against his allies. No, he was compelled to. He'd even taken his Noble form to defend her. But after it was all over, everyone who had done their part to remove the deadly kitsunes from power and existence - Sakura having been spared from this - another kitsune had rewarded them with worlds like these. Ray had called his own place Paradise, remembering the greeting of another ally-kitsune into her realm. She sais "Welcome to Paradise", and that was that. Now...wait a moment. What was going on? Ray suddenly noticed that Rena was reacting very differently, on edge even. She was acting as if...)

Ray: As if she believed she was on enemy territory...

(Dammit, he'd forgotten about the high-strung kind! Rena must have felt that they looked out of place and that she had to transform and make sure the wolves realized that she was a wolf as well...and then Rena started to growl with her tail up. Ray was highly instinct-driven, but this seemed a little off to him. Rena was giving him glares of suspicion, which he did not like. He realized that this was going to be a hard sell. Yes, there had been wolves in the past that had been like this, but they were wolves, not Kierrn. Rena must not have realized that - first of all - the wolves in here were smart enough to tell a wolf in human form, and also - second of all - that the few wolves coming by had no malice in mind. They stopped suddenly, not so much as surprised by her change...as by her actions. The wolves in here knew that visitors accompanying Ray were guests. If they had been enemies, he'd be carrying in a carcass, like the one at his feet. They had now stopped in their tracks, growling in the same nature as Rena, though they were stealing confused glances to Ray. The werewolf sighed and calmly stepped between the two sides. Then, giving them both a glance, first the wolves...)

Ray: Cut it out. There are no enemies here.

(They began to calm down almost immediately. If HE had it under control, then there was no worry, for they had faith in their leader. Ray then turned to face Rena.)

Ray: Did you really think they wanted to attack you? Or that I would do such a thing? We're not like that here. We've become something new here. There's no need to panic. They were just curious.

(Other wolves from farther off had taken notice of the display, noticing a new wolf in town who was not just any wolf. However, to them, it looked very much like Ray was diffusing the situation, so they didn't add any more fuel to the fire. The wolves here WERE different. They had seen a new way of living and they liked it. Ray was the beginning of a new era. He smiled now, showing that this was not an attack situation. Not now, not ever.)

Ray: Why don't you tell them who you are? They look curious as hell and they've never seen a Kierrn before.
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The seed of doubt had been planted in her mind long before she had ever met Erastor or any of his pack. She was naturally suspicious. She wanted to believe in the good in people, in other werewolves, but she had too many encounters with the bad and the downright ugly to make her want to completely surrender her misgivings. Being on your toes all the time has its benefits when things go wrong. At least you're prepared for them. For the uncomfortable few seconds before Erastor spoke, Rena had become painfully aware how vulnerable she was in her human form. Tearing her gaze from him to eye the wolves, she noted that they didn’t look too unfriendly, although a few echoed her own growl. Natural reactions, she supposed. Perhaps she had been too hasty in judging their advances...

Flicking her ear in the general direction of Erastor, she felt almost as if he was chastising her. Raising an eyebrow, she moved her eyes to where her ear was already pointed, covering Erastor with a withering look. He should know better. She hadn’t been prepared for an immediate swamping of wolves. She was barely used to a small scattering of them, never the less large quantities. She did, however, feel bad for doubting him, and thus she relaxed... inch by painful inch until she stood straight and relaxed, staring once again into the mass of wolves.

“No... I didn’t give myself time to over-think your pack’s motives. Or yours.”

Cool gray-blue eyes rove over the pack, scanning, memorizing. Each wolf in turn being granted a few seconds of acknowledgment, a nod of the head here and there as she looks over each and every wolf, making sure not to miss a face. It was a way of honoring the pack as individuals and not purely as a whole. And was also a bit of an apology. Finally turning her head to give those same eyes to Erastor, she lets the faintest of smiles pull the corners of her mouth, the expression on her face not quite reaching her eyes, where the pupils looked as if they had been made of chipped ice. She had a problem lying with her eyes. She couldn’t do it very well. At the current time, they betrayed a faint amount of remorse, a sadness, but mostly a very valiant effort to appear unemotional... detached.

Some part of her wished she had a pack to belong to, a home. The rest of her tried to bury that part in self-sufficiency and a flaky antisocial attitude. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it fought a losing battle. This was one of the latter.

“I am a loner, Erastor. I am not used to being around this many wolves. And I have never been around this many under friendly circumstances. I didn’t mean to cause any... alarm.”

Ending somewhat lamely, she shrugs, relaxing her shoulders and ridding them of some lingering tension in one graceful movement. Glancing back at Erastor’s pack, Rena tilts her head at his preposition. Tell them what she was?... It seemed like such an easy request. However, the Kierrn were harder to explain than what it would seem.

“Why tell them when I can show them?”

She had already begun the change by the time the words left her mouth. Accepting the ears and tail and continuing onward into her were-Kierrn form, her body fills out her baggy clothing. By the time she finished, the black top had stretched easily over her upper body, even though her chest cavity was nearly two and a half to three times its original size. Ten points for elasticity. Her baggy black pants now fit perfectly, looking like a comfortable pair of long shorts or short capris. It was comfortably snug, but loose enough to allow for a variety of movement, rips torn in the front of the jeans about mid-thigh on both legs, allowing for more room in were form, and were located conveniently where her knees had been moments earlier in human form.

Dropping to a crouch, she lowers her head to normal wolf eye level, folding herself into a sitting position on her haunches- a relatively harmless movement. Letting out a low, soft whine, she dips her muzzle down near the ground, telling the others in universal body language that she intended on being harmless for the moment. She added in wolf speak that she wouldn’t move if they wished to approach her. Basically giving the entire pack permission to investigate without repercussion. If they wanted to find out what she was, they could come sniff her themselves. Her species was the ancient ancestor of modern werewolves. The two were so far removed, that to the wolves, she would almost smell like a different species altogether. A good example being the relationship between the lion and the ancient saber-toothed tiger. Similar, but with very fundamental differences. But no matter how many differences there were, there would always be that underlying musk of wolf. Kin. No matter how far removed. Some wolves didn’t like the way the Kierrn smell, finding them different enough to be taken as a threat. Some nearly threw themselves at the Kierrn’s feet in adoration, seeking protection from the larger and more dangerous species. There was a wide range on the spectrum of responses. It all depended on where on the wolfen social hierarchy they landed, and how they took to being trumped by a lupine that happened to be higher on the food chain. Since this was such a well-knit (and large) pack of wolves, she doubted they would see her as a major threat. She also doubted even more highly that they would seek her protection. They had enough of that within their own ranks. She hoped for a happy medium of acceptance and mutual respect.
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(Perhaps Ray had made the wrong decision in bringing Rena in to see this, or perhaps he was not. Most other wolves - were or dire - seemed at home in here, as if it had always been home for them. That is why it was Paradise. It existed for all, and they all seemed to know it. Ray didn't know enough of Rena's past to realize that she had been naturally geared towards a dis-honest world. As far he he knew, the instinct that drove wolves to fight each other wasn't very strong here at all. This was a far different cry from the normal world.)

“No... I didn’t give myself time to over-think your pack’s motives. Or yours.”

Ray: It's alright. Things like that happen.

(She calmed down and began to regard the small gathering in a manner more suiting the occasion. But when Rena looked at Ray in a similar manner, as a way of apology, he did indeed notice the emotions behind those eyes. They didn't match the expression. It was a hard life for Rena, and it was probably going to remain that way.)

“I am a loner, Erastor. I am not used to being around this many wolves. And I have never been around this many under friendly circumstances. I didn’t mean to cause any...alarm.”

(Ray's silver eyes looked back at her, calm and controlled. He had to be. He had responsibility in a case like this, extending the proverbial 'paw of friendship'. He knew that there were those out there who, like Rena, were suffering, and would always suffer. He did not have an answer to that, though. Not yet. If that ws her life, then he had to accept that. Ray never took to absorbing any wolf clan that didn't want to follow his lead. True, he could fight their leaders for the right, but he would never lose in a case like that. For that much, he had to be the better wolf and not force it. Hush's pack, for instance, was not really a part of his own, but she allowed Ray to use them if he wanted to. Neverminding that for now, Ray watched as Rena showed the wolves just what a Kierrn truly was. And as she changed, more wolves came to have a look. Quite a few were surprised, and curious. Few feared, for they had seen many terrible things before, and this was not even terrible. In fact, they probably regarded this transformation in the same manner that Ray did: beautiful, but deadly. Wolves did indeed investigate once Rena told them it was safe. There were some who were standoffish on this, as if unsure how to approach her. Ray, however, couldn't help but smile.)

Ray: Looks like you don't have much to worry about here, Rena.

(One of the wolves nearby barked at him, indicating the carcass being dragged off.)

Ray: Hmmm? Oh, that. Yes, well...it was needed.

(A look of confusion now came from that wolf. It knew that the entrails had been attacked by a wolf with the same scent as Rena's, meaning that it could put two and two together, but the why escaped it.)

Ray: She was in a bad way. I had to do something, and that was the best option. We're going to go hunting later to make up for that, though.

(That seemed to satisfy it.)
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As Erastor told her that she didn't have much to worry about, Rena simply nodded and gave a bit of a smile, not a full one, but enough that a good portion of her two dominant canines were revealed in the process, a glimmer of white against the inky black pelt.

Strange though....

As Erastor and one of his wolves discussed the carcass, she found her attention momentarily diverted. There was a small tingling, and somewhat fuzzy feeling taking over the back of her head... something like the beginnings of a migraine, but the direct opposite of what would usually be a building pressure. A numbess of sorts... Her lower limbs were next with a dull cramping sensation and that odd tingling numbness. Involuntarily flexing the digits of her feet, she set her long, hooked talons into the dirt and drug a few long, deep furrows into the ground. Through this, she had a hard time concentrating, and her mind wandered off into a black oblivion for a matter of seconds...

... Then suddenly, she was back in her own skin again. The numbness receeded and left her, solid on the ground, as quickly as it had set in. Only now she was standing and only a few feet away from Erastor.

"Shit..."

The first word out of her mouth and she hadn't really even meant to say it. Staring wide eyed at the ground, Rena remained rooted to the spot, stunned and trying to figure out what exacly had happened. She had no idea when or how she had gotten up and walked a few paces towards Erastor. The whole thing felt wrong. Being here like this felt even worse. Like she was contaminating the place... or endangering it. Whatever the feeling, she followed her gut instinct as a rule and was very intent on getting out of Paradise before something very bad happened.

Why was it this type of thing always happened at the worst possible time?

Reaching out and touching Erastor on the shoulder to get his attention, Rena retracted as soon as she had it. Dipping her muzzle respectfully, she takes a step back as well.

"I have to go. I promise I'll help hunt later, but right now I have to be somewhere else. I'm sorry."

Turning and starting out the door at a fast lope before he could protest, she calls back over her shoulder, "I'll call you sometime!" before disappearing back into AHS.

Smiling reluctantly at her small joke as she found herself amidst the trees of her territory, she drops into a full run on all fours, making what would be an awkward means of travel for humans into something graceful and surprisingly fast. An upturned paw and a swish of tail and the black shewolf managed to vanish entirely into the shadows of the woods.

OOC: Sorry about beating a lame and rather short retreat, but I killed about five birds with one stone. I'm sure there'll be many more meetings in the future... I just didn't see how far this one was going to get, so I figured I'd move us on to bigger and more exciting fish, and give me some time to reconfigure my storyline with this wolfie-girl.
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(He felt the paw as he was talking with the wolves, gladdened by the fact that there was acceptance among the ranks of their guest. He did not notice what had transpired with Rena behind him, and the other wolves didn't see it either, whatever it was. Ray turned as Rena spoke.)

"I have to go. I promise I'll help hunt later, but right now I have to be somewhere else. I'm sorry."

(Her words were genuine. He could see it in her eyes. He didn't know what, but he wouldn't stop her from dealing with whatever she had on her mind. Rena turned and loped away, shouting that she'd call him sometime. It struck Ray as a rather funny gesture, yet he had no doubt that he would see this moble beauty again. Oh yes, she would call. By the winds of the woods, he would hear her call and be ready to respond. Ray looked back over to the gateway between the world and Paradise, smiling.)

Ray: Simply amazing...
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